Dec 3, 2005

In recognition I decide,
maybe the decision is divided among my peers, but I’m alone,
in precognition resides a peripheral boundary.

A quandary of sorts distorts my perception of the minute,
a timid reflection of inhibition holding solid.

The resolution fades quietly,
replaced by the fuzzy recognition of a memory.

Interfaces wrapped against my skin,
breaking the boundary,
feeding on decisiveness,
admitting guilt of unknown substance.

Acceptance builds the fabric of desire,
wanting better
but never letting go of the chains that bond our regret to our hope.

It defines me,
it reminds me of an immiscible way to be significant.

A remnant of what I perceive,
feeding on acceptance,
belief strives to be fulfilled in context.

And in context we are perceived, becoming the ultimatum.
Our reprieve sends tremors deep within subconscious thought,
clamors through unkempt places,
ricocheting upon silent faces
thinking of nothing but.

The capitulation drives like a five speed,
shifting gears in intersections, narrowly missing.

Perception feeds on the invisible chaos between
what I believe and what you see.
History defined in fragrant spaces,
displaced realities mired in worth,
debating priority.
Seniority digs into the roots,
admonishing the truth.

And so I am heard,
words passed among peers,
carrying the added weight of translation,
betraying my fears of loss of speech,
strangulation of thought is bypassed without surgery,
a dichotomy arises in silence.

As bleak
as an obituary pleads for recognition.