Purgatorial Pissings

(c) Andrew Calder

Posted for "Open Link Night" at dVersepoets.com



Parallel paradox, the divisive multiplier

Void betwixt parallax and mirror
Reality versus fiction, the damage done, a Dent
A Harvey faced versus façade, mirage

The translucent river at flood level

Fluid production via years in pre-disposition, torrential downpours
Longing gaze on the thought pebbled beach to the other
The certain, surest one, through the looking glass permeates

Traveled lifetime, experiential conglomerate

Beaten upon by the cerebral wave crashes
Seemingly impassable, impasse
Sans ability to float, or a boat to traverse
Daydreaming Magellan circumnavigating familiar waters

His Perfect Circle, the consistency in radial transgression

Through aqueous transmission, their electrodes acquiesce
One and One in the same

Eleven

Encompassed by the fear of n’er to return,

Broken compass sells the self, no direction, no sail to set
No soul to barter, no fare for the ferryman
Failure to launch on his anchored dock
A clock that strikes midnight every hour, on the hour
Of the orr

Bending time and space, riding the continuous continuum

A boy, A man
A mortal, A god

Universal multiverses and theories of relativity within the abyss

Through the wormhole, a bird’s eye view

Uncertain to dive, complacent to wade, the daunting task he swims

Across the fold, reaches the opposing shore, touches the other face:
The place, space, ultimate destination
Is Equivalent to the vantage’s origin
The rock he once stood from, he stands on again