Untitled Remedy
Little heat ripples on a street
tiny ants dance in rhythmic beat
to what end does the ladybug fly
so pretty and red and free
can we decode its hieroglyphic mask
we are quite entranced with things anew
hidden corridors open with such kaboom
a tall wine glass flows a river red
a kiss, a glance, a bit of dread
we strive for passion
we desire advance
careful movements, a most delicate confluence
a silent snake encoils the brain
whispering dark temptations
deviant alliteration
emergent evocation of primordial jubilation
extinguish the spark of the magnetic mind
niceness and longing, eternal solace in selfish surrender
echoes of the imagination spring forth like hot metal
on a sweaty summer day
confess one's deep unholy desires
like catching the winds in the Sahara desert
dramatic soliloquy, modern reflection
of sweet chameleon exaltation
so blur, diverging into memories of wanton fickleness
incontinent narcissistic parabiotic rambling
pay the merry piper shinny coin
all worth being in accordance with one's evaluation
do not incite ferocity without expecting ecstatic retort
does effort meet art or do words reads like diary pages
does anyone ever have a clue on what they really need
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