I'm obliviated and obliterated.
I want to be ravished by a principle unbeknownst to me,
stealing my conscience so rapidly,
as to let wisdom flow from my teeth sensually.

Fuck with the stars.

Pain strikes my lower registry. I am in dire need of a love so understated, that even my gargantuan mouth couldn't break its bond. I've only got until I completely give up on the possibility of finding anyone attractive.

More certain than not.

Our thoughts connect our dreams
dreaming leads to things unseen
seeing leads to variable sight
things that might set our wings to flight.
Your mind ripens to opulent spring
and in the meadows, flowers bring
the fruitful returns of all you bear
so nestled within the fragrant air.
So heavily was thrown in darkest night
the matrix of flowers in splendid light;
that you forgot your troubles in simple thought
and picked up the hopes in you I brought.
Turbulent tornadoes, and fears gone past
never meant to persistently last.
Forget your foibles and petulant fear
and remember your blessings far and near.
-Sigma

(a poem I wrote for a friend)