Infinite Slopes
Copyright © July 1, 1995 by Fred Mitchell

Infinite slopes of nowhere lead

into the darkness of your mind

Can you ...

escape something so sublime?

Can you run from the majesty

of thought luminescence?

Flee to the unknown waters

of backwashed time ?

Rush to see the full escapism

of your lonely brain?

So flail at all attempts

of the one

to bring Disdain.

For infinite tendrils weave in and out of fate

Lost on the broken bones of love forsake

Brow the beating of Winter's Door too late

Lost angelic breeze in the lake

For there I stood on infinite tendrils

lost on flutters of cosmic wonder

Witness the bones and mired asunder

the shattered depravity

of your mind.


Can you fly without wings

Like a bird she sings

Can you swim without rudder

Dulcet tones make me flutter

Can you live without blood

Fleeting eyes, moments flood

And at once I see your ground

Lovelet waves so profound

And against the shore you sound

Sitting passion a bright teary clown.



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