Layered

Gypsy flash undulates, hips sway.
Silk swirls swiftly bend and wave;
bright violet, lush azure
ambassadors of grace.
Realities blend, play suitable disguise
upon this rowdy carousel,
touch face to face eternally I/Thou,
always another side.
Here in all humble complexity,
slowly, deeply, I
move cautiously; but
I, due, arrive.
Drunk on San Francisco haze,
dawn’s cloudy brew.
Cumulative immersion with pollution,
anthropic chemical solution
under which we were formed,
no longer true. Humankind soothed by succubine
tricks, adrenalin addiction
to television news.
Because life is its own necessity.
No, none of it makes any sense to me.
Without valence,
moving toward eternal peace
free of need for meaning.
Pretense to fellow feeling, to believing
we are one.
A tautology, Aristotelian equation.
Who you may be is not for me to say.
Surviving in unnoticed crevices,
foraging through what fate throws my way.
Poison salt pours through a desert behind my eyes.
Rain-cleansed palette
paints with fresh perspective
pastels of night.
Covered in white for her mourning journey,
Moon howls, less than a crescent
steals the present sky.
Back and fore ground merge.
Radiated blossoms, over seasons
acclimate, rise.
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