I. Is it foolish to still believe that by reaching out into the darkness I can light a candle whose flickering light may eventually swell into a powerful beacon that guides her magical essence into my life?
II. Her supernova smile is ripe with quantum fluctuations that lasso probability clouds around my heart: she effortlessly outshines entire galaxies with her mesmerizing aura.
III. She, the most ravishing woman I have ever known in my life;
I, a proton, accelerated to the speed of light, hurled into obliteration by energies not seen since the beginning of time.
IV. You are an eternal flower radiating joyful possibilities; like a softly whispering stream that leisurely trickles towards a tranquil bridge of moss and stone, you maintain a calm and intriguing playfulness.
Gazing into your intoxicating visage has left me standing in an open meadow bustling with a bounty of brilliant-hued wildflowers; as the staggering quintessence of spring is boldly thrust into my senses, a most delicious gift of vertigo brings me safely to the ground.
I. As the rabbits of indifference nibbled away at the pansies of our shared dreams, I foresaw the sorrowful melting of your ice-sculpted form. Like a storm of liquid flowers I pressed the delicate imprint of your dripping visage into meandering skies.
And now, as the gravitons obliviously stream by (whispering, wailing, wandering) I am an asteroid-slug crashed into an enormous moon: my life-force smeared in thin dusty reminiscence across the memory-drenched foothills of the heart-torn.
II. When the jackal’s grisly grin crouches like a mountainous cat, a flush of neon purple wings scintillates against the harsh metal vibrations of this sinuous mind-cage.
As the anvil of time drops ever lower down this ineffable gravity slide we violently gorge on planetary mass. As our eyelashes flutter and flicker towards the infinitesimal Planck length we contemplate the insane quantum jitters that force thin metal plates together even in the darkest depths of space.
III. As this mind effervesces and this chest heaves and surges, I see the snakes of absence shifting fitfully underground.
As consciousness whips serpentine swirls into the wake of these iron heartbeats, this towering bunker of sentience is swallowed and regurgitated into a sea of kaleidoscopic anguish. I feel the serpents of absence shifting fitfully underground.
Once more this icy carbon mind clumsily stumbles across the ghostly tripwire of her eyes, releasing sunspots that slither into every smoldering ruin of the past, where every shadow dances with the devastating intent of a bifurcated tongue.
IV. Yet out of this brutal singularity of deprivation I am reborn as the Entropy King.
For eons I held onto the velvet hammer of her smile, walking the righteous path.
But now I can wait no longer:
I stalk the immutable gray with spider legs that stretch across the universal horizon.
My web shimmers as I emerge as a two-dimensional hologram of filigreed space-strands.
I stalk the immutable gray with spider legs that stretch across the universal horizon.
As I inject crippling poison into the cheeks of space-time: I rise in anger to destroy us all.