Parallel Drift

Every moment parallels another without knowingly intersecting. Morning is night while afternoon may touch noon onto dawn greying dusk til darkness. The result of my last destination or the beginning of what I need to understand before being tossed again.

Expectation of a routine differs desire within wearing down inclination into inhibition; change cannot occur while blinded by frustration. Night is my protection for an ongoing battle against the invisible enemy penetrating what is left of me.

She is the orchestra which embodies the symphony guiding my motionless travel instinctively. She becomes still as intermission rests upon intellectual disharmony.

Wonder is a thought of whispering words; fantasy is a dream for a body pieced together from my ghost who gazes the mirror.

Temples adorn straining connections of hollowed calcium friction, admittance for those seeking a final garment as remembrance transcends appearance. Renewal of inner proportions begins immediately as the previous closure happened abruptly.

She shares the essence forming creation from within as this separateness fades into illusion of sleeping dreams which never awaken, the watcher of passing litanies from desperate fingers.

Senses born of pain beget torture until the last regeneration of sun reflecting curls masking Leo's chamber of regret bids the moon another wallow for satisfaction amongst Olympus' hosts and hostesses. Blood is the fragrant depiction of twirling tyranny potent of promiscuous deadliness as hunting season begins. Crimson is the rainbow shade narrowing winding ropes wrapped inside twine free falling vines fruiting sweet grapes ripening sour berries into wine. Does she drink of this tree? Does the willow of bark descend into treacherous ravines? Twins of prophecy sided on a branch may never notice each another upon first or second glance; to look at the self is an elliptical trance.

Knowledge taught of education now learning something else; teachers individual trade is a market of nonsense. Many doctrines earn purchased stamps of approval; students miss the truth hidden from written principles.

Regret is the return of a day born of night's swollen womb; afflicted architects free style construction as we struggle to arise anew.