Monday, January 2, 2012

Celestia

I shot for the moon
Only to hit stars far-flung from the constellations of my concentration
Close to the dark sun, juiced hearts with no reservation
Indian summer starts predation
Scorpio stung notches in Orion's Belt
Fabric of space and time is felt
Dreaming of being beau and Eros
Sew but never reaping your passion's fruit
Sagittarian variance, sent ours to horse latitudes
Clarion, Empyrean centaurs to wounded healers
A heaven sent target
Upon temperament Aurora Borealis, radiation Arctic
I exist without cancer, subtropic
You don't see me, eye suboptic
I the root of imaginary self
So many Aries, weary of trying to carry myself
on coattails of meteoric golden rams
My hope trails cutting my teeth on comet's bands
Beholden for my piece of the pi, feel so cold and fleeced
Argonaut/astronaut
Ask not, a negative circumscription
That I can't wrap my head around with dictum, diction
I can't exceed with exceptional conditions
Stories parallel accepted syllogism
No solar wind limits conflagration
All constellations have Celarent plasmic emission
Therefore no configuration that limits accelerant phlogiston creation
Even though I want to lie on a tangent position
At one instance, touching your curves
Never derive how I am so circumspect
Yet I look past, as if to circumvent
Full circle circumference
Universe from whence came eclipse
Celestial penumbra
Blessed to steel pen umbra
Partially to impress you
Partially, to impress me and my quantum foam on the Dirac Sea
I had to cell myself in masturbational pull, I had to do me
Too hot and I'm caught, in gravitational pull
Sell myself, to not so seldom help myself
To get that much closer to the inferno
The mere thought of this fusion
Seared the pockets of this allusion
I've spent rocket fuel
in hopes that helium could ruin
Depressions with elevation
Valleys with expression, elation
But this Gemini has learned
To nevermind the burn of firesigns
To never co-sign the dotted tangent lines
of 3rd point 1-4th micro-units, you gave me inches of difference, Libra scales sink
I take it as an astronomical unit of indifference in wavelength
You and I
UNITY
Potential energy.
Vector.
Intensity.
Time.
Why
is my star at this junction?
Because I turned the tide, I Ψ 'd (sighed) at Newton's Second Law of Emotion
and loss of momentum and loss of memento
As I say goodbye to wave functions

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