odd is he, the human geometer

and here I am; adrift at seaAre you afraid of me?Incarnate, the formless deepLeviathan, chaos’ gentle reed

Depart, re-parse the starsA geometric mind set loose upon the social clusterfuck that is the human heartThe start? Twisting triangulation, handed angst now plotting welkin scarsHeaven stifled underneath the sea, seven sided shapes, the sinking specter Harmony

Tell me that you want to see me, crythe stars that populate the skyleak out, the salty atoms tear across the way, milk-whitethe flesh that clothes my naked eye

In the morning doth the sun rise?Or stand, a point in timeThe turf furrowed under soggy supple solesThe anesthetic dew, numbingYou, tumbling on a frothy rock clothed in fog and atmospheric stew

Dwell, the misty morningThe atomistic spray, face stinging

The siren sings, hoist the sail the storm intrudesWho are you?Interlacing polygonal zoo,Crystal splinters spewing every welkin hue,Fuck the wicked soul enmesher,Ne'er ship nor compass can traverse Sheol or Escher

Oh Orion, look so strongYour sheath is hung so delicate below your arm, do you know or do no harm?Scorpions and bulls may be mistaken of your charm;With the sharply obtuse angle of your violent heart,You cannot turn to beckon Neptune from afar;So you depart.