I flail
beyond satiation-
hands pressed against the margins-
excess my guide
availing.
Outer verges, boundaries
and limitlessness
draw from me
every arrow
in my quiver.
I abandon everything for you.
All my givens burst
my hands now test limits
my rainbow's here
before the rain
I am dead on for you
urgently
in the minute transformation.
Art discipline
now abandoned;
Art my lover standing-
vision on the rosy tipped
intoxicating horizon,
reaching through
my filmy gauze
smashing blocks
of writing stops
breathes into me
respirations;
rainbow arcing
new exhalations
nacent molds phantasmagorical,
new time is born.
It feels like this.
Every time I take the wanton risk
for lust here drives
my pen
I think.
A certain hungriness
to see just beyond
the margins line
where lover
lifts my dawns
in odd hours
beckoning.
A bridge to cross each time;
dizzying
excessive steps to walk;
a culture by these
gained
or lost.
Every Artist's Creed:
Risk and Art inter-breed
Culture in the breach
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