Unfinished Smile in the Lace Filigree of the Ocean

Waterfront, the white wine is a reminder of some swooshing 

symphony where the vineyard 

is full of starlight racing against the mouth of that ancient 

madwoman,

her feet pressed towards the rooftop of Heaven where the village 

is upside down and singing the song of the Deaf God,

a hyperposited ballad of self reinforcing disbelief,

the syllables of light

bathed in electromagnetic nodes of non being, vortices 

of converging 

simultaneity

containing paradox into paradox

the way the ballerina's footsteps hover 

above the Stage, ten thousand lifetimes after the Choreographer

has disappeared into the clouds 

on a Chariot of Synchronicity,

the name of the angels escaping through the hues of a single blade of grass

as it gathers it's stories

against the logic of Mankind,

every molecule of chlorophyll singing some unfinished song

where Doremifasolatido is bathed in the randomnicity of Love 

an anarchists' laughter,

on the edge of the sunlight 

photons as indescribable as the moment of your own birth,

before the Human 

Face 

became an encyclopedia of Ziggurats and Phantasmagoria,

the lost Word

the Unfinished Smile,

the Lace filigree of the Ocean 

racing through the generations 

Reviews

[Robin]

Banach -Tarski symphony in the key of prime

and that lost word , I have it in a shoebox along with my love letters and a Richie Blackmore guitar pick , but meaning , where art thou in the hearts of man ..