GRAND CROSS
each careful crevice
is a calculated burden
the exaltation of the sudden
the acclaim of the other
each luminous caress
is a courtesy
an accomplishment all it’s own
ideas desire to coalesce around
our better precedence
like a new moon in aries
the previous distance from decadence
the date on the calendar has passed,
is always passing
a reflective juncture which demands
one choice between two worlds
the ignition of intuition
gains measure in the ensuing reveal
EXIT STRATEGY
the door closes quickly
as a loud commotion
commences
there are still roads to traverse
it’s an exit strategy
the appeal of inner calculation-
your garbled gable senses
an advantage without a reverse
consent, complicating the totality
of our image- an irreversible reclamation.
this implied construct of allowence’s
deception could not erase the curse.
the archive of our functional commonality
dissipates in a hissing enunciation,
a sacrificial dissolution of the harnesses
that tethered every verse
this vapor of vacant tonality
delineates the idea of qualification
a predetermined absence of consequence
with lips coiled tight in a concealed purse
