yes, I will look you in the eyes now

Crickets’ wings sing like running water, Over the falls of St. Olsen’s’ long hair, I float through Indias’ green Ganges, The waves come lapping on the banks of my alpine desert island, Anchors in the Amazon, Listen to a voice buried in the arctic, A wish cynic, a pleasure pincher, Amplify asters in Arkansas, Touch a man on a bare apartment floor in Singapore, Left over dancer in a dark out, Double tranced, Spending yesterdays intrepid mystery, To believe in today’s blessed captivity, A wind slipper, piper on the petrol pill, Misgivings from yesteryear, Sliding in the astral tower, All the steps made of misplaced power, A dime for insecurity, Interest of worthlessness, Dividends paid in irresponsibility, Leave room for hopelessness, Tipsy twinkle, A warning from particles in prayer proximities, Passing through vibrations and bandwidths in a frozen reservoir, Awaken the overdrive blinker, a crimson blister, Checks the southern twister, Listens to midnight critical limits, Humidity rising in the memory of a witness in wine colored coral caresses, Anonymous silhouette got the tightrope wire to the epitaph, Light storms wave through the backdrop matrix holograph, Unwinding, touch down on my empty couch, The bowels of heaven are heavy, Whistle to the garden out back, Catch the falling star as it burns up in the mirror, Keep the runaway safely hidden for tomorrow’s street seeper, Catch the long distance call, before the ring becomes too loud for the night sleeper, Touch the ladder before it becomes to tall for the fall, Watch the chatter before it turns into the wall, Corroded linker, checks the levels in the appearance of horizons inkers, Touch the revolution reeler, Crooked wheel makes the rounds alone, Circling the laser eye, Four directions in search of a silver lining. Stuck with the warlocks magenta head, The witches celebrate the static eccentricity, Blindness and darkness in figure eight fortunes tears, In the foreign eyes, In foreign bodies, Unseen turbines in distant atmospheres’ Change to course of history, Closer to the buried bodies out on the plain.