"Convolutions In Dee Major" Leonardo Dee, from the virtual chapbook 'On the Edge of the Pulsewave'

Convolutions In Dee Major

Leonardo Dee
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An ever so error constantly put to me,
the gory manner of the illumination,
cutting, heat-beamed brightness, torturing me.
Forlorn antechamber anticipation encumbers my
Heartbeated distinction. I sit, stand, survey, swallow dryness,
anxious of the gnarled regard soon setting upon me.
A fantasy teases of "Execute" as an end to the means.
Better it be a knife in the gut than the splay of soul it
will be, done with no speed, no haste.

"You can't deceive me. I know your breaths
and your breadths and when you'll take flight.
I see your elevations and your penetrations.
Your bloodletting will not be compassionate.
An evasion of justice served is condemned now,
as you, whose carcass shakes and trembles.
Shift your gaze toward the reflection,
it that usurps your nonsense, your futility, your delusion.
Feel the kick, the strike, the mass."

I was born from chaos.
I crawled and crept from its abyss.
I am harnessed now and will be fired in the kiln.

Poem © 2006 Leonardo Dee, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
Illustration created by and © K.L.Storer, all rights reserved

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