MIDDLE FINGER

Serendipitously raised middle finger

Crossed hearts and hope have died

Running the quay, groundbreaking stringer

Seems scorned as a nonplussed tongue-tied

All worthless nights, detached broken sinew

Forfeited lust on to-do lists, lust lies anew

Nadir and the goal falls short of the reach

Neither shore nor beach got elicit speech

Then isolation is what it is

I’m a mariner adrift in an ocean of gods

A wide-ranging vision, bliss

Blissful silence wipes dreadful odds

All bothered, depth, darkening-blur season

Even Elysian fields, wood-thrush, no reason

If all times lead to a bowsprit quest,

That’s how subtle the quarrel test

Needly barefoot through the woods at last

Which is no more than a state of mind

Waterfalls of aloofness ambush in a vast

In a vast but west rootless corner of a kind

Isolation makes way for bliss

Enthroned thrilled shivered pith

All limerence towards me, the abyss

Abyssal bewilderment, zenith

Collusion in pattern gets this

Enthroned thrilled shivered pith

What a wide vision this is

Thrived bewilderment, Heathcliff (Zenith)

Mind over matter forever and ever

Innuendos to dismiss what it is and whats not

Nile waters wet the lawn of a heart’s weather

Dismissing scene: your goal fails the hilltop

When I’m dreaming and then I realise I’m dreaming and decide to do whatever I want inside that dream, do I have control of that dream or am I just dreaming that I have control? (Reversed)