The only true Light

Close your eyes and sip;
The analgesic will release the angel again…
Rooftops wave their concrete slabs at your will
Indefinite time flies away one by one its traces of real…
Chemical thrill…
…Deceitful harp
Modulating in a silent plasticine cup
The inexistent contour of your most beloved man…

A bastille with arched windows and valets now rests in your palms
Holding the sooth obsession behind the bars of your arms
Dark eely eyebrows and royal vacillating face features
Get sunken in the whirlpool of your ill natures
Your mind slips with the flow
Beating in the blood, in the spider net of the ancestral Arrow…

Your definition is gone; unstrung, you’re just standing alone
Fighting love with love, pieces of you, all in one…
Iconic symbols hijacking the placid path of your way
Burn kaleidoscopically in your iris array…
…Sweet state of dreamy void… passive stray…

Inflamed viaducts of the heart ecstatically donate their white
In the wine stream that stealthily vaporized one more night…
Delusive alcoholic line of sight…
Psychotic delight…
Which senses should be blamed because you lie with the only true light
Filling the vacuum with self-induced emotional art?…

-to Finn Vine
-30 September 2006-