so the question becomes,
how do i avoid it?
There is no such thing as elusion
When the elusion stretches across your eyes
like fattening veins.
Ignorance will be in vain
For the creepers will draw closer
fungi; mildew with an odour
That will scare off my composure
And abandon me with nothing but some cattle with erratic bells.
It’s not warm here. The mind has not entrenched itself
in a rapid mantra of permanence.
The bear floats over my head like a pneuma with a fractured presence
a hollow stare churning adagio through the air
Thinly-shrouded by a belaced veil.
I'm scared of storms
of Christs; of jail
Shackles unfurling into rust across my rashes
Turning dry shins to dead weight
Sincere morals to self-restraint
A frail exhale and I unravel
Only in intervals I travel
In attempts to prove my value in the trepid face of doom
Through and through, it’s been decided-
the bear’s itching jaws, lopsided, snap the bone
Of those deterred to prove that we have been blindsided.
remnants of innocence still billow in our throats.
Clean hands; clean impressions; a mind free of guilt
Purified, from stone rebuilt.
When us foxes slink through imminence,
Our thin paws trudging through the shroud,
we'll fail to see the glowing eyes disparaging who we confound.
My fingers have turned too pale;
my face a whale;
Swelled to its scale -
I realize then, with ghastly lucidity,
That only beasts would pay my bail.
The spirit bear turns its back to me
and breathes through its ears
Picking up the scuffle I thought only I could hear
A fawn; a deer; lost deep in trance
Head pulling back and forth
diseases attached to the back of its skull, pressing further until the bone snaps again and innocence is forever led astray.
and the question continues,
without it seeing me?