O… … … Gathering heavens in want Richly deserv'd grievous talk From beyond to ruin sans condition You present these carved remains As your ochre valentine sigil Plying forevers of long-ignored potential Given that from succour do the nettles flee Via horse-powered tombs of aero-spaced fear Unto the void beyond the bridge Haltingly can I pronounce your full name Spelt from characters only gods can perceive As Tethys pulls us into a knot for the journey ahead O… … … Scarcely do the bestial languages suffice For distillation of what must now occur Left, right, or sightless beneath and between Claims scratched into my ears as you growl Dusk into what remains of my life As a playbill for hope pulled toward you Dissembling equally privilege and garments Whilst treating all bodies as blessed campuses Matriculating in Ares' stead, relishing conflict and satisfaction Following deep-diving into and strained bends of constituent souls Providing innumerable rubbings of Christofascism's headstone Draped from the maypoles of bon vivants O… … … Pursuant to the signifying rapport we acquainted; Juggling millennia worth of others' interim costuming; Those beheld scarcely met ten percent of our horizons; With these shells they played as though they were wanted As now these visits of ours shall expand into siege most perilous: I have been starving for you, lo these many whims apart from family wound Into wire upon a bird; awakening each day to the cost of diversionary aria Within transactional tidings meant as alarms to volunteer firepeople Draining one's cup so as to foment a dash toward harm as though subtlety Lifted its shoulders onto a rearing of knives and poisoned dharma Rest matters not Whilst the soul collapses O… … … Sapiopod to flightless angel do I offer the balance of a corvid soul So elicitous is it that I've taken to weeping for your shoulder: Unabashedly I proclaim that forever need not be awaited ever again; We love as these now so that we may retire as each other's canvasses Developed under the clouds of strangers In strays of brightest autumnal grasses Sewn from dreams that began as misgivings Blinking in a reaped field of hours misunderstood During fascination of a chalice filled over port Of Theseus' ship; this suffering is my incense And genuflection before a lapse I dare not fill You may claim my eyes, for I feel only you ![[PXL_20260915_131113640.PORTRAIT.ORIGINAL.jpg|banner]] ✍🏾 '<span query="get(title)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">Saudade</span><span type="end"></span>' 📍 <span query="get(municipality)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">New London</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(province)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">CT</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(sovereignty)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">US</span><span type="end"></span> ![[Child-of-Light_Mirrored.jpg##bgimg]]