Division

I find myself on the threshold of being alone again, without the warmth I have grown used to, yet unencumbered by the onus of another’s emotions which has heretofore bound me in a torpid lull. All things that flare with passionate light must in turn fade; it is fallacy to fight the progression. Without his arms to hold me, without this crutch I have leaned upon for far too long, I stand unattached but not lonely, for what I have always relied upon, above all other things, has been myself. Solitarily, but with solidarity of purpose and volition, I go on.

insquequo deinde
~93

Acromatic Labyrinth, Pt III

Dropping down,
Down into the miasm
Into the folds of ancient memories
Lived by those who walked before us.
We must not stand on the their shoulders,
But must look into their eyes
To understand ourselves.

I’m searching for something that I can’t find -
A consciousness deep in my mind,
Buried in a pile of retrospections,
Sparkling somewhere in the dark.
I must tear down these trite reflections,
And on a mind trip I must embark.

If you disbelieve
What you perceive,
Discreetly leave
Make-believe portals
Of fancy behind -
But don’t forget
To check your mind.

insquequo deinde
~93

Acromatic Labyrinth, Pt II

The scenic route between synapses:
Happening upon a train of thought accidentally;
No less, no more, but different thoughts to guide a charged mind;
A new knowledge of the nature of an idea;
A new way of perception;
A new method of thought,
Taken to a higher plane;
All earthly desires give way to a vision,
An overview, a clearer perspective;
Beauty magnified a thousand-fold;
Ugliness made uglier than ever before;
Seeing what is hidden;
Seeing what has always been,
But always tempered by conscience,
By illusions;
A separation of time and space;
A bending of the continuum;
Many movements within a few steps -
All dancing on the edge to the meaning of life as
An idea never before envisioned, waiting to be plucked
Out of thin air.

insquequo deinde
~93

Acromatic Labyrinth, Pt I

Forever traveling through cryptic channels and electric wires of my mind, an image of starlight mingling with moonlight high above a snow globe town; the village of insane lies is risen once again. The truth and fiction melt together in a swirl of blurred delineations and muddy gray areas. Reality is lost to me forever, so I join them, the masked figures who dance in the park at a quarter to midnight. They are the Introspectres, the bringers of daydreams and the steganographic truths. Day by day they tell us who we are, but we do not listen. We choose instead to sit jaded and satiated at the feast of universal anonymity and drink from the cup of disbelief.

insquequo deinde
~93

Bonfire

You took my hand,
Went to a place you knew
Where things really are what they seem.
You showed me secrets of which to dream but never to speak.
You gave me new spectacles and led me to new windows with your gentle words.

Ebony night settled;
By the light of the moon
I could finally see.

I looked on, in awe of the reptiles you command;
Their armies marching on in iridescent formation by the crackling orange firelight,
And leading us all back to you.

The conflagration raged.
The beat grew stronger
And the night blended
Into eternity,
Bending, stretching its bounds
To the music caught in the brume.

Each of us melted into a common melody;
We were indistinguishable tones piping only to the fire of your memory.

You are a dream.
You are an angel.
My only wish is
To see you again.

insquequo deinde
~93

Focus

There exist so many different layers - whatever is immediately within the reach of focus becomes the focus. All points are relative to this focus; while the periphery is a wash of color and life, the reality of the moment is at the core, the center, the focus. Sarcasm. Sincerity. Truth or anti-truth in any form become confused in the verbal sense because all things are true, false, honest or unjustified relative to the focus. Anything is possible. Everything is real. You can never deceive a focused mind, for it will always and for eternity simply BE. Focus on the reality of the moment; to request any more is to ask too much. Diversifying the focus is such a lofty cause, and to what end? What purpose have we served in muddying the details with generalization and confusing the reality of the moment with ideas like "eternity"? Who needs "Forever" when there exists a "Right Now" within which all things are feasible? Who needs "Forever" when the space of one moment could conceivably define a lifetime? Lofty ideas can finally sleep because now, right now, we've got some real concerns to attend to, mainly consisting of life and the subsequent living of such. Real answers, the practical applications to all this spiritual, intellectual strife that I'm forever swimming in when I put the pen to the page, are right around the corner.

Seek to define -
What is the gimmick?
(It's all a matter of focus.)

If you cannot define a moment with words, what is lacking?
The moment?
Or the words?

insquequo deinde
~93

Renascent Awareness

Transcending the baseness of our physical beings, the moment spoke to the prurience of our minds. The softness of your lips is disparate with the decadence of my nature, but instead belies the implicit curiosity of yours. You elicit an unlikely candor from me with your gentle mouth; your bottomless hazel eyes cause me to question the methods I have always embraced. Leading us away from the mundane and toward the incomparable sensation of deep understanding, you eclipse my reservations with your sweet syllogism.

Thank you.

insquequo deinde
~93