Dear Lola Honeye, Aka Lola SUNNEYE aka Lola Yummeye Aka Lola Mummeye, Lola Hon Don Dada, aka Laurelle Sapphie Aka Lola Lonny Bonneye,
With love:
Vivid wicked centuries pass by your eyes
Cries of the hurting murmur in your wake
Needle pin in haystack how they see you
Difficult to catch but easy to spot, if you know what to look for
Hours are but seconds in your realm
Simple prism of emotion floating past your cape
Stratosphere perspective hectic chaos
Everywhere except the center
Mental misshapen trading places with whispers from other dimensions
Casing plated with cold hanging like matter in space
Gathering information satellite greys wave directly to you
Like the silver lining in a plan gone wrong
Your linguist cleansing, a saline drip ripping through bloodstreams
Removing social disease with words and melodies
Lacing symphonies with unrequited joy
Quieting storms in desolate places by tracing stars on your body
Ellipses of participle memories in your visions
Mission too plausible to deny.
Things perceived through the clothed temple
Tawdry iniquities haunting humanities membrane
Break the world of a few chains, passing lanes in a cul-de-sac race
Three heads talking shots of vincent van learn to say no
And own its 3257 years of honing in whimsical spiritual con-ee-yak
Kickback flows be a healing space you create for the swollen souls
Stuck to the Honey cuz the papers full of trees
Oxytocin for the bereaved
By yours truly
P. Basqui
One day I just wrote to myself. Some of my best word math.
@babaroot
