the inexistent word is acting upon the ineffable; it revolves in whirls in the chaotic accumulation of regrets and lust.

Serpentine, it starts uttering emotions arising from the guts of the self: exclaiming, asking or merely testifying the abnormal or quotidian life.

From your skin, pupils and ears, a filigreed sensation joins the phantom poem and the alphabet realm. Absent concomitances take form, together with a scent of achievement.

Meticulous revisions of the future give birth to the deep volition of a single, sung, velleity.


For: http://dversepoets.com/2013/05/16/meeting-the-bar-volition-velleity/