A Tesseract's Wings

Seeing built out of long river bends
A hypercube bursting out of being
Embracing charred reflections
Burned from red and blue impressions
A child accidentally realizing a butterflies' mortality
Adult's hands of stretched and torn repeated mirroring
...an assembly of mysterious yellow rejections
Built from faulty traditions...beheading rotten
statues of times without honor

Canceling credit for seven generations
Smashing crystal balls into feathered headbands
Rowing a rocket into a random and senseless universe,
God doesn't make the world this way--
We do. Can we all have spent time as whores
in weird and golden lives?
Did we look into microscopes of our old photographs
of stardust after their anticlimactic reports?
Finding a muse with prism x-ray visions
Perceiving time's loving abstractions;
Don't let her slip away,
My sweet I promise you emeralds in May,
Keep the love seat a warming testimonial,
a caress of your neck in honest prayer--
I'll be there in 5...

...trodden and bleeding blindness
stigmata to stamp a dreamer to death
unless he becomes a butterfly fast
without rest.
There is only a danger in false reflections,
Pools governed by Pilate's secret police~
Pretending without listening, their cruelest punchline...
Does it feel lonely?
We can only defy lethargic laws of entropy,
Jumping off a cliff to save our lives;
Society's velvet fool with a most benevolent smile
Garnering hopeful release
...dancing to "Indian Summer Sky"

Aaron Crosetto 2009