Original circle.

Fragments 

Wafts 

Flickerings

Glimpses 

Fleeting recognitions 

In the realm of dank supposition

Whachamacallem dreams

Total theatre here

existeth

Like a subjunct liminal foetus

There's no need for expiation 

In this congress of partiality 

There's no division 

Nothing to resist 

Close your eyes 

And you'll see 

I had an erection 

Of which I was indifferent

Indiscreetly bursting the banks 

Of my toga and my pants  

I didn't know it was there 

Until I saw you stare 

Yes you 

But you 

Everything in a dream

Is one is two is me

My hair 

Your stare 

Your shock

My cock 

It's not like you were there 

Is it abuse if it’s by neurology 

Something more than fantasy 

Significant 

As a counted hair 

In the mirror pool

Of rare perturbance  

It was as much a surprise to me to be instead 

With another two 

The precious ashtray in the bed

Fools treasure  

off location 

Like a film set 

The congregation 

Temporary 

Kings inflected like a chalet   

Jokers washed the cutlery 

We three talking in the bedroom 

Consecrating secret flits

lurid moments 

Revelations 

Prevalent Dumbness 

Mitigated into vestigiality

by ESP

Freshly diminishing dream 

With your commensurably fragrant 

Iniquities how 

Like the pardise sin

Symbolized by virgin myrtle

You triungulate my original circle.  

06/09/17