the framework begins

I wonder how far my edges show up for her after my old skin and eyes question how low and soft the loss stuck to the transparency wishes, Keep me hanging, my hands plugged into the interference static strung out on caffeine and Christmas, and I have to go subliminal and hope she’ll cum, I slip inside the headphones and guess about making up my mind, I got used to the lack of oxygen in here, telling the moon I will be back, while I burn the ozone and turn up the volume on the mirror and wonder why it is so silent, Something in me jumps, like a fish out of water, Trying to find a way out of here, The day melted through me with the reflected candlight, Delicately textured adaptations, Silently pouring a glass of wine, My hand slips inside of the wires To include our missing words, Unload lifetimes of piercings and tattoos, Another breath of /into our reality, My eyes into the lens, Ratify the reunification, stepping into the river, Slipping behind the current into other colors, Keep a safety clone talking in tune, Not to lose the last chance to be shot out of the word hello, fight with her tentacle eyed spot lighting, with all my habits of annihilation, get magnified and I lose perspective and fall in love,helplessly self absorbed sabotage, keep me away from the baying bijou laying and lounging, open the secret darkness to let in some fresh polarity, Sinking in the west the shrinking hope of a few followers. Living the crazy mazes of quiet disturbances, she was so advanced, sophisticated with hyper presence, I couldn’t follow the ashes anymore, I gave up wagons for steam and they told me to turn around, The candle light so textured in its reproduction Adopting so perfectly, To include the silences of perfect spirals ratify the renunciation of stepping back into the rivers, other shadows where even ghosts get lost, Black hole rhymes, yellow wrinkled afternoon, Watch the lines re arranging, little instances of definition, keep me away from the fresh answer, a test, Hanging allowances finger tip hunting, attempt to see how far I will go to get short circuited over the kitchen fence, caught up in a numb tongue and fat head, no connectivity in the dark, with that described taste, And believing all structures can be contacted, Out flashed by my tombstones challenges, a little further from gravity, out grown by memory, middle catastrophy unidentified run till the signs read back and forth reversible reasons and all the stories to have their own true aim, over the hills towards nothingness, multidentified press the ends together in line up in the bones Cover personal pain with a Fractured smile from a stranger insert and burn, make a rare re construction of a circle, and tell them I’ll be back soon, layers of light and shadow, make up languages to explain time, and find a sense of humor, practiced hard at the edge of the inclusion, honey follow arpegio, sell the rain, sharper sugar bait, deepest touch, caught between the rain and snow, no one told me where to go, it was so slow nothing to forget or remember, the same taste in the ceiling as the root, playing hide and seek with a good messenger, still and quiet but not empty, she had perfect acceptance, perfect failures, I was washed out to sea as a young child, And never questioned safety, Forgotten dangerously, And in one late afternoon disappearance, The insidious return, The current spoke with his limits, In her voice he pretended in the windows, And placed interpretation, And made the sign, He drifted blind, Captured the universe and left her nothing. Behind his eyes he didn’t need to pretend to be oil, In the body of still protection, Floating upstream, Towards the shooting star, The true dwelling place of the three domains, Liberations commencement, The last and only body, For consecration, Of porcelain fingers and tongues, The most selective, The most familiar, The most discerning, The most effortless moon hole in the fabric of suspended absorption, Candle light comes through the quiet haze, Soft, secret and homeless, Free but no pride, it makes it own, Breathing sun echo filtering baby goose down, Leave my heart beating on the horizon, membranes of vibration, Wings, leaves, fingers’ skins of atmosphere’s of testimony, Lazy fear a memory or mystery of close encounters, Her eyes match the shadows, My internal proteus asking permission, multiplying all the surfaces of anti matter, Asking, what are the chances, she would just hold them? and they could be hers completely, dimensionless to follow to the end, What are the chances, that I would be ready? To be exposed to an ultra violet scope, Zero gravity, my breath acclimates, A moment to inhabit the perfect sequence of oxygen fields, A cherry stain on satin lips, A day I forever miss, Set the balloons down on the ground and cover them with broken glass, Deep in the amazon Sunday afternoon haze, Sand bag millionaire, Desperate drum factories, Hold off the obvious, A second wind for a friend, In every equation an emergency, A heartbeat and a mirror, A shrine of cohabitation, And anticipation, We walked in the sand together one mid afternoon, Kites in the distance, sails in the wind, My lost impreza, Holding up a numb fortune, We flowed and drifted apart, In was the last indestructible speed hacked trying to make a stand against the inevitable pinhole elaboration, decadent abstrusion, A rain began and the air was so soft and thick, I wish something I would say could be absorped as easily, But we would hold each other in rings of fire, the quiet too much to be untouched, with our splashes drawn on each other, moved to more, No current let the breath sink alone, cover every broken tear, The barely breathing that memorizes how to catch up to the quieter moon, And they would know each other by the sticky side left behind, Brief encounters with humanity, Night darkened let go of itself, Count the drops of mercury so perfectly they disappear, Divided so safely never a trace ( of nava holds all attempts of get a new perspective, ) Tiny lapping of little hopes quietly touching the shore of my heart, Echoes to echoes tiny traces of what I believe about time, My home to figure out where they come from, Estranged wondering, I couldn’t guess or get close enough To the liquid reactions, extractions and sacrifices for each others safety, Waiting at the edge of evenness keep it crystaling in a cool fire, Sensitized, hypnotized, Claim each others architecture, When they can stand their own fear, Liquid, solid and gas, give each other little clues to the totality blinded by each others eye, Claiming a deeper despair, for all my desperate delinquent antidotes instead of hope, My happy face in the parade of fermented interference, Inter placement porcupine performances, Camoflauge for each other, Tiny needles claim my ancestry for castration, Piercing passages led by the only name we had in common, death, Gives me time if we can be each others secret, The weight in my eyes, I am the edge of a great sea, And a spiky tincture, Trying to find the celephane topper, And a uranium mine, The yellow light proposes a problem of impassability, So evenly distributed of heaven, Station house sleepwalker, gone to Rhodesia, Pull a pen from the pill box, Elephantitis gateway, Cleaning the getaway, Its always in my bends, So thin over a long day begins, The beguine, Biting on a numb chord, he was led down the hall, Cherry bouncer burial,