Search Bird

 

The book is a bird and it flew from my hand

I want us to compare like the mythic anonymities of cyberspace

Where the starburst case scenario with a sweet center

Is the reach of real to virtual, red fingered twice

 

My window to you is an adolescent verse

Pining for the tree it would reach the moon

Where the progression of narrative tricks

And I want you to page from last word to ready

So the turn could crash all the characters between

And by between I mean the constellation

The word of mouth and its distance

 

My romance by degree of its style and definition

Is an adolescent verse because I offer the vessel

As if to say my heart is the mirror of your body

As if to say your heart and my body are destined

Will there ever be enough romance for our plan

To begin and end like some wonder in history

In order for our future selves to learn and discover

The road to Rome will last a computer’s eternity

In our hearts, destiny will see itself and see the beauty

Then the beauty will shatter and all we’ll have is truth

As if to say the vessel and its position in the code

Is home to disappear inside our hands to rest

 

My hold for you is an adolescent verse

To kiss by the book is to hide in the library

And dedicate myself to surprise your bite

Since the apple of my eye is delicious to your lyric

There a refrain would prevail somebody’s turn

To possess with dream and nothing more

To love its casualties and nothing less

I have you in my mind and its close to my heart

 

My adolescence is a part of spring

It said the verse was a part of everything

Blind as a bat who believes the inferno

Symbolic as a dove eclipsing with rhyme

To double the strength of the thing

How I wish the virtual shore would repeat

To plead against the world from its stage analogy

Because Elvis left the building and the roof is on fire

Phases penetrate each act and the circle

Could only encapsulate the basic shape of a letter C

So let it be letters instead of players

Then looks could kill with the repertoire

For wisdom other than filling a line

Did not the bard himself time the whole duration

In a single draft beyond the harvest of words

So let it be known the stage returned to the book

And it will be studied by a classroom of scanners

Part of the myth will be in the desert

Part of the desert will be in the system

It will be a crash to remember

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