[Exasperation of a Deceiving Moment]
And for the last time,
I find myself sailing towards Phoebus [who refuses to retire]
bending emotional landscapes
soaking my vulgar lungs in tumultuous seas of obsidian
arms cast upward - devouring the zenith with
way worn eyes heavy with the ache for a rebel desire.
yet...
Night screams in complex angles
in tangents [celestial red
in the benign shadow of night]
in maudlin metaphors that play in phantasmagoric rapidness
that neither indifferent calculation
nor ardent devotion could penetrate.
I am tangled in the celestial uproar of human longing...
Curse the sky
with the rage of ten thousand screaming stars
trapped in the fishnet of the universe.
t.seymour - Collaboration with Reena Jacinto (Saturnine Silence)
12.18.2002