NakedAndShiny

It is I who am the paper now
With one too many dimensions
This ink but the liquid filament of my soul
Which takes me willingly
And liberates the hour
Leaving behind my physical
Proportionate margins of self
Lifting me above my intransitives
Until I am carried along
By the interpretive currents
Of those innermost meanings
That gather up all those
Who are lost or searching
Molding their intuitiveness
Into vessels as smooth and round
As that clear vision
Into which every emotion
Dips discriptive pen
To inspire the pulse
Beneath this
Parchment skin

No stranger to that sirens call
This sea
The hottest blood of all
Alive and illusory
With eyes wide open
Naked and shiny
The schools of my thoughts
Shimmering with imaginations
Deep corrosive bloom
That time has caught
And then entombed between the gaze
Of each dreams irridescent scales
And though each is
Slippery at best
They are just as radiant
As the hearts relentless tides
Which curves and then
Surrenders its mysteries
To that shores most uncertain line
Where I remain
Ever the fisherman
Hoping to catch
Some portion
Of myself