DISTORTIONS
What is this world gazing down upon me
Distortions of blue, gold, silver and green
Partisan lights reflect in my eyes
Jostled and blotted intrinsic disguise
Rippling in ebb consort concubine
Disheveled in shadow eroded in time
Swept unlike gusts hither and too
Never beginning, never is through
Eclipsing, elipsing infinity’s voyage
Ever increasing its girth from the spoilage
Bodies of weightlessness ascend to descend
Refractions surrounding what’s now and what’s been
Constellations of hijinks slink into view
Further oblique and ever anew
Soliciting proctor has come in his turn
Taste for the ember and retching the burn
Serenity lags a short distance away
Reaching in vane too much line to pay
Sensing the keenness for all their subsistence
Mustn’t give in to self-inflicted resistance
Malice afoot creeping closer and closer
Hardening soul striking back at the vulture
Kicking in battle fighting hard for the course
Autonomy waits with the minion’s divorce
Tranquility now but one stroke away
Alas breaking through to the warm summer’s day
Kevin Parish 
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