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