Introvert's Paradise ReturnsA Poem by Zack Valenta
There are moments where the black pastel stains the web
of my thumb and index and I look at it with reverence There are things that lie unnoticed and unacknowledged This image rest so comfortably on my conscious and never removes itself no matter where I shift my eyes How could something so imprisoned by the atmosphere undergo such a mercurial ascension? You must waver between haste and awareness and besiege the realm of the Most High The Most Fearless and dissociated Believe with seemingly no apprehension and settle into it without conformity This stain, like sparked veins and this black like the void between the open cracks in the drywall Even the un-brushed cobwebs cast majesty onto the crowded corners Dancing shadows which are the most jovial when wind enters their chimerical broncials In and out, Earth breathes into my room as it pores your scent onto saturated grass blades Vines grow rapidly in sync with the hemorrhaging of your imagination © 2014 Zack Valenta |
StatsAuthorZack ValentaAbout"To be afraid, unsettled, and debilitated by the placement and use of certain words, always has me invigorated and wanting more. I do love the wickedly dark, the wickedly surreal. The ambiguity is dis.. more..Writing
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