Each Breadth is a Loaf of Bread
There's an illusion in front of me;
Tiring my eyes in the breadth of red--
Delusions become the whore
Spreading her legs inside one's head!
It's an illusion of multiple lights
Flickering like the Lighthouse on the edge:
Delusions become the orgasm
Spread by the whore, groped on the ledge--
Where have all the silhouettes dreamt away to?
God in its infinite delusions of grandeur
Makes each ellipsis that much smaller,
When upon leaves of trees start to falter--
And time ceases to be!
David Garrett Arnold
August 29 2012