pulsating placidly pulsating placidly in deceptive portrayal of utmost cordiality cultivated clumsily above beyond the possibility nothing is more possible than the impossible death we each must differently be between the moment blank blinking blindly in weary wink of eye too empty to fill with tears of time tainted and torn in crease of craving to hold throbbing throne skipping like stone atop sanctimonious bone i write in surplus of self swerving sardonically from optical delusion to auditory ambivalence manufactured in the fracture of romance bending in the backward throw of the glance who sees but word in white sound pounding inner drum bleeding its beat in the street where the footless walk in wakeful dream the dreamer dreams when she is awake until she awakes to the dream she is awake