saturn displays its fondness for mystery

[mtmynd]

saturn displays its fondness for mystery

mercurial movements
of time’s embroidered presence
precludes any taste of goodness
which one may find
delightfully wrapped beneath
multiple layers of antiqued foam,
cushioning the impact of lateral wisdom-
side balls rolling relentlessly across
the imagined circumferences of latitudinal
dimensions, cross-haired under the
scope of backwoods privacy, seeing
with eyes filled with fires started
by unreasonable factions dissolute
upon the avenging angels whose wings
flutter mercilessly around ears
that cannot hear beyond the nose's length
of hammered concepts that tirelessly play
remnants of sounds echoing with futility
across gardens of tombstones sensually
carved by breaths singing 'ave maria'...

disengaged from premonitions regarded
by some as final answers splayed across
canvases dripping with colors fashioned
from roots and berries collected as
medicated evidence... to be brought in baskets
woven with reeds that grew in years past
the prime of jean brodie and mickey mouse -
the disney features parlayed into anxieties
that fooled even those that trusted time
as the mea-culpa, mea-culpa of surrender...

dreadnoughts flying against winds of summer
trying in foolish vanity to cool the heathen
brows wrinkled by doubt and senility of
belief systems packaged in the back room's
shelves lined with fourteen layers of cosmic dust
as a blanket to keep warm and reasonable
the fashionable midriff, in-kind word flows
that emerges whenever thought flays
itself amongst the brethren of civilization
together describing the taste of distance
in volumes of manuscripts destined for fodder
to feed the unwilling and incapable linked
by rings in a harmonious surround of
the seemingly endless journey of saturn


C-
[resurrected on this date, 8.15.11, from archives previously parked under a sunshade of socket-proof pacivity awaiting the whistle of a midnight train in October to awaken theatre moguls slipping into the background facade of commonality... hear groans like frogs in stagnant waters with dew drops off eyelids seeking some breath of light... somewhere long before time began - consciousness reborn into contentment divine in it's blissfulness: eternity speaks in silent awe]