i wish to banish that scintillating parfum that puts me to a standstill… a nagging shadow that haunts my valley, a private valley that once upon a time video-ed our romance…
i search i shout for a tsunami to get rid of ‘love’ , its pulpits its attitudes its sentiments – succinctly erased from the horizon… and welcome, a rising dawn that would once again exalt colours of rainbow… enjoy the wrestles of windstorms striking thunderstorms floodgates of lava.
ahhhhhhhhh… my blood surging like tsunami reigning in laughters!!!
would i love once more, would i compare, would there be rival meanings… gads, i would let these wrestling matches melt themselves to nowhere and flower new buds, dancing moi endless in the meadows of nonlocation, a flying saucer without a site… a coruscating accident, i’d call, triggering a vexatious punctum simmering into bliss. _maelan Koia Sydney
sunday 1:57pm 16 july 2017 sydney nsw australia