@d-pend Dark,
dark in the mind—
and someone crying out with some other voice
from mine from inside me,
lined.
Pedaling foot over fossils,
rapid melodies whirling within.
Still I deny semantics crumbling,
to slow the shock of my rabid mend.
Still,
still in the soul—
and someone plunged into the toilsome depths
with my bodied tome,
surreal.
The present, a pristine utterance
of hellacious dimension unfurled.
Chase me in radical tones;
purport the allure of immediate zones.
@d-pend