Despondent dehydration,

desperate and desperately.

The lifting coif is of bazaar,

a little here,

a little there

in the chaotic soul of the night.

And that was the long of it,

short as it seemed.

Moving ever blithe in the pique of expectation,

the shadow longed far distant reaches.

And still to creep.

To crawl among the foliage,

low to the ground,

belly strafed

lumber limber to the prowl.

Up high the green, nettled blades,

beyond soft-rock-like flesh,

tapering passed healthy strength hills

of man-made mass.

Inquisitive.

Beyond the stretch.

Indicative.

Inconsequential.

The dissolution of the desolation.

It wasn’t evident.

It played like pictures on repeat.

Enticed motion and motion extolled.

Circular.

Vernacular.

Stagnant.

Intentional.

Irreprehensible.

Respondent rehydration.

Away from the crux.

Outside the circle of time

and inside the reasons you rhyme.

Oh, mockery.

Done not well;

done to death.

Irregular.

Regardless.

The peace of humanity outweighs the mission.

The machine at cost responds despondent,

complex and industrial.

Satanic.

False beyond compare.

Deception their love language.

Usury their coin: emotional, spiritual, mental.

The physical matters bring gravity

weighing the imagination to restraint.

It weighs itself down in make believe.

The axis is spinning out the lifelines of the realm,

beyond and in between.

Perhaps below.

For above is the intrinsic honor which seeks to lie

but cannot.

The hidden depths bring wonders and terrors.

Brother and sister not the same.

Dispel dualistic natures.

A oneness, a purity, is whole and unknown–it is alien,

foreign in spirit and in practice.

Reconciliation.

Reconnaissance.

In practice and in spirit.

Hacking its way into lifelines and paradigms,

a mockery;

invalid.

Riddles.

Nonsense.

Forgotten paradise.

Lost.

Resounding in silence.

Fading in vision.

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Indigenous was written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.