Recalcitrant Synaesthesia

Hear through me
look into my listen
all the lips that blink
auditory specters
all the lies spoken
within your eyes

staring through your fear
where a found boy
searches for a man of loss

as feathered thumps
shrapnel camouflaged fragments
blooming a stone drum
that pummels caged
reveries never caught

have all of
never wants
just once;

as a segregated second rages
in a minutia moment of courage
that backs down the front onslaught
redirected in the iris of sideways resurrection

my temple is too hollow
for your testimony
as sparrows swallow
the shallow simper
your bosom leaves buried

no X signifies your treasure of design
no map can charter fractured stars
dancing in a unaligned twinkle
as a malicious tingle imprisons
the cadence of amours incipient inhale.

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