An Afternoon..

Deceased agony lulled speech;

Underneath lengths of torn elegies..

Prose spilled prologues too many..

In wrath and delusions of paradigm;

Scream;

Unsheltered lap of a luscious mind;

Where anonymity held..

Sprightly twigs with flowers so neat;

A twenty fourth year stretches..

Streaming gaping visions sought..

Of black clay sketched regrets;

The smudged shades of yearning..

It swam along the worn current..

Of the earthy doldrums in spin..

Blending into fringes of life..

Incognito, that ruthless flood of hooded twinkle...

Arose in the countless mist of monotone;

Butterfly;

Over the nettles of silver trees;
Of bursting jackfruits..
Timeless;
Through threaded isles of flaking bark,
Floating in her palm..
Seasonless;
Segregated in silk and dew;
In the broken plagued green; 
Incongrous;
She, the Motionless Crest..
Of foregone departure..
Hung by a tiny paw..
In blanches of sighs..