Vermis Meridiem

More Stars than There are

Household Dystopia

The Sun, without notice, rises
Upon our individual dystopia;
Garden grown amok, overtaken by
Weeds rampant—intertwined with
Floral carcasses.

A fatal reality of decay, brought forth by
Negligence, perhaps coupled with bright
Streaks of depression, and its consequent sloth—

All the while,
Nothing was there to be done;
No unwinding of this tangled,
Graying yarn—

As we spent days chasing bread,
and slip past nights, nibbling on
Cheese, then poisonously chasing it down,
Not sleeping, but passing into
Unconsciousness, ruing our Daylight gone.

A bundle of rotting Roses,
Burgundy and Brown,
Sitting slanted and splayed
Unfittingly in  a vase oversized—
We are.

Yet here, maybe there; somewhere—
Under the caressing of Morning rays
In pastel, there is a vague, indescribable
Beauty to it all.

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A Butterfly Effect

in capturing these blossoms gracefully—she does not know it yet, but a step towards abolishing imprisoning motifs—ones that dictated nothing pretty would ever come out of her fingers and palms, had already taken place, carved deep and sturdy into the clockworks of Fate

Working In Dark

Invisible War inside,
Takes a toll on Daylight—

leaving Wakefulness
to helplessly Latch
onto deep Nights—

where one toils away
in darkness
but procures Fruits so few;

for the Upright Heart
anticipates the Shining of Dawn,
containing not the passion for
dark room drudging—

then how come?
that We behave as such
inverted Creatures
who disobey our Design—

allowing the evil to work in Day,
yet the Good to sweep at Night?

Suburban Bliss

in the wake of recent and unnecessary bloodshed on American soil—one needs to realize, more now than ever, just what a peaceful and tranquil place this sacred land can be. so let us make the best of our intentions to keep it that way

Star Gazing in The Rain

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A hundred thousand galaxies flourished and died, beautifully tragic and splendid, all in the relative few seconds, in which we sat dazed, watching as drops of rain glided past our windows. 

Idyllic Sun, Caged

Sudden Up’s

A Final Passing

Revelation

could occur so suddenly, that the truth becomes more shocking than revelatory

Gifts

there’re far too many to count—take things as they are; only then, grace and divinity can begin to emerge in the much overlooked moments, almost endlessly