everlasting

i am extravasated infrastructure. i am circumvented resplendence, bleeding 
virgin acacia.  bleeding a nonpareil continuum
through a fusillade of hushed tones that only actify when the sun has died.

much like ardor spills its substance into asinine paradise,
without fail, come dusk,

i, too, shan’t drop pursuit.


today the viscaria garden is simply enchanting.

Reviews

[annie lee]

Your vocabulary is impressive. I am never an advocate of dumbing down, but I did get a bit turned about in the labyrinth of all those words. I do sense a great intelligence and a soul devoted to introspection. Be sure I will read this again to further dissect the images. Very fine.

[Penguin]

i'm flattered you'd think of giving my work that extra attention! i daydream of people taking the time to try and see what's beneath the surface of what i write even if they can only really scratch the surface of it all. thank you.

[Shivam Murari]

Very good read. :)