Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

slowburn

Impossible description of plausible…
Back to same old. Same old same new, same frame. Same glue.
Lost in misty woods between mire and bog
Looking for means of escape. One. Two. None. Neither.
The more time to ponder,
The longer the wander between such black caverns and white spaces
Contrast to eyes immeasurably hideous, hiding and
Cursing, ruing, hating, loving,
Shouting, breaking, longing, wishing…
Circle back and start again, swallowed, spat, wallowed…
too much verbose verbiage to indicate action where
Inaction seems to provide a quiet haven in which to hide
It’s been too long now. Something’s got to
give, they say. Give up or give in.
I shall be there when you’d least expect
The time for which we plan never arises
Yet time enough…not time to waste.
Time to stand my corner before it topples down then
Stand for yours and build it taller than skyscraping glassenware, fragile yet razor-sharp
a dalliance on the fine edge once more
Between broken beauty, charmed expression and that force so easily lost
while too busy searching for pearls on the sea floor.

This tide, stop our tears.
take my hand.
We are here.

Um. Er. “Grasps for words but finds only fistfuls of air”

Right.

Please refer to my earlier comment for the post ‘Give All Up’.

That is all.

mr. witness: thank you kindly, sir. but. please don’t lose words. it doesn’t suit your virtuality…

That is quite lovely. I very much like the idea of a dalliance on the fine edge. It makes me think of something sweet and light, with awareness of the danger of falling in any direction.

Bohémienne - sort of like an old-fasioned swordfight for honour or a ballroom dance on the top of a cliff?