VIII. SPIRAL SURFACING

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Familiar air; inconceivably fresh and harrowing 

To the minute of stature absence and decades diminished 

This wall already abysmal set forth with bones 

That kept myself at downward gaze, trudging alongside 

Tired retinas in the character called rain -  

Any more lucid feeling may lead to a wall of my own 

Must I greet this happiness fever within 

A cell of desperate light, something to sweat 

In a Germanic haze where parallels decorate spirals, 

Desired to sustain coherent face but suddenly -  

Contracted, vanished breath while trying to forget 

Forthcoming will be hysteria provoked by simulated flickers 

Of velvet warmth, caressing nebula, dotted with a feather 

The kind that touches a dream awash in coloured stains 

Letting the viewer- a façade - fall for one sleep better 

That same edge still as transparent  

To mirror something half aware of art décor  

Craters in the halls of subtle species playing as 

My rapid eye turmoil before the leering notion, dry rot 

Of each pulsation cast then condemned a whore 

One setting alluding to illusion as bliss, 

A frequent recipient of mine until 

The whispers would shatter at the surface, embody atmosphere, 

Drain depth of all omnipotent and lingering lunar 

Fluctuation motions that bitterly demonstrate never why 

But how to swallow each descending year 

Wave under wave, 

The instance dare emulate 

My attempt upon attempt, tasting strain 

In every space, every angle 

You'll come to see – inaudible