214.

Blinded in viewing,
seen like a lonely man walk-
-ing backwards with clocks

drawn on his face, that
canvassed my heart. But what was
missed time's shadow.

213.

Softly stroking the
underside of intentions
until focus met

your feature, shining
like stars against the tar black
surface of this dank,

obsidian piece
of diseased history, and
I was diverted.

212.

It slunk along the
glass with tentacles and grasped
care like a small leech.

211.

Toward its belly,
meaning spilled out like a song,
dripped in sludgy oil.

210.

Coming up from the
depths of a soul, shaking me
in hypnotized steps.

209.

Characterized by
the dulcet waiting, a hymn,
reverberating.

208.

Where this framework of
inching events began to
again feel like love.

207.

Where mute, I could do
nothing but watch this movie
cast in memory.

206.

As dumbstruck in awe
by the undulating waves,
I stood motionless

too long, and it all
enveloped, sucking me down
into the stilled scene.

205.

The colors were so
fathomless that even as
each stand went missing

to the eye of its
beholding, another one
erupted upward

to take its place. With
delusions an ovation
to all existence.

204.

And together, like
carnival clowns, we fell down
into its passing.

203.

It was as if the
sky had stopped moving. The air
sucked the deep black in-

-wards, and folded its
corners, edge against each edge,
toward the center.

202.

Softly subtle in
eye's design, immutably
telling me all the

secrets held, through all
the ridges of gentle breath
trembling upon mine.

201.

As our tongues finish
their touch together, molding
meanings like such clay.