OXGEN ADDICTION

Poem I wrote during 2015 - one of my books will contain it in future Note: this is not the final but original version

The light-headed being now and then here

breathing in languages differing but soft

as are the sighs of aeons whose peer

is'magination when whishes on top'f.

History took a casual glance

toward the nightsky daytimes to know

and found it's gazings had causal stance

whose posture of wind is seer to our blow.

The oceans twisted the scales of the providence

when a plea was heard in reptillian norm

which wore the birds through the decadence

when boughs became paper in form.

Molten stigmas of cavern fires

(that is to say magma and its monkeys)

in the days of sex have genderized the bias

and have bordered calendars resting in the sundays.

That clockwork toy on ideal shelf

has bookends so immersive (to the core of now)

and the reader stays in the best of health

- that is to say to dying goodlie.