absolution

a silent memo duly noted
was a strung out line of patience
fermented and golden, laced
paced out, spaced out, hung up, face drought;
as he chooses to steer the wheel and spin the feel
spindle hips was a minor blips thought and said out loud he'll
steal a glimpse through the self-imposed veil she exiled -
of no avail- with such a violent swerve
a delicate curve, observe hitting the nerve to which it follows best
by swaying of hips as if to cue the rest
addressed, distressed, compressed
now it is she who hold the key to divest,
stop sign shocks/locks field of vision as  digressively elusive she shines clarity
through images spoken from the present plus past -
at last- a swivel towards an all-inclusive art form
a vast awakening as she walks past the fall
walks past the ache, walks past it all,
to find that at last I am/she is awake
after death by a shattering hundred foot fall
subjects found to be too late, but alas
phoenix reflects only to open a gate
complex objects regress and after a heavy steer
in a filo-way car made of fears and shifting gears
lifting a secret leer as it is banishing to nothing
something of a lurid significance shines afar through the night
a powerful sequence of bright light versus freight
with all my might- I push through
I push past, push through you
I am golden as I march to sunlight in gloomy age of view.

Author's Note

what does this poem make you think of/feel?