The Absence of Wavelength and Sight

Paint and Erosion In The Elemental

Words are white enamel —
Thick, yet wear away.
Prone to fissure, crack,
Reveal forming rust exposed.

Belly bared, tainted surface
With no abrasive applied,
Feel true beauty is within.

Perfection is experience shown
Until laminate no more.
Not a disguise, but preform.

Stay the application of concealer now.

Life is not malevolence,
But a heartless teacher
To expose one to such elements.
Yet, just another day of weather.

Oxidation we can bare, bear
Only so long, as a fence
That won’t paint itself
Unless a conniving Sawyer alongs.

White, ordinary, dreams glory
The world-winning, gold cups
That none can tarnish
Where wrought as iron, withstand.

White is honor, death, purity
Easily taints if ill-conceived.
Good preyed upon without safety
As a necessary casualty

In that free for all of green,
Not the kind leafing an arboretum
The sanctuary for white
Withstanding …


4.2.25
Very much still working on…words of hypothesis, metaphor on soft ground, all could cave in without proper structure. You see.

I have a headache. Wife had a heart attack in her eye. Blood clot. Better now. Aspirin for her.
What’s the Weather?

 

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