oh!
drops…sliver of diamonds dripping my lips,
drenching from a vessel, circadian flow.
what else—
drastic sentiments emerging like pillars,
harboring me, pitching in black.
too deep—
i can’t measure the falling,
surging with tides, this oriental trance.
waiting to be over, waiting as creeds.
truth murders all superstitions.
ceasing, i can’t hear myself of panting,
plummeting on a surface, wet.
i pardon my eyes, they’re closed!
i can’t rouse, i can’t rouse,
i’m busy in wonderland!
2012
chester maynes 