Thrive Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

There’s a flare
At the cynosure of the oceanic
The frantic illusions
Skulk among the shores
And there I remain
Immobile as I listen
To the trembling of the
Reticent stars underneath the darkness;

The heavens are skived
And the catastrophe of the blue hills
Are embellished
As the sunlight veers a cleaving swerve
You’ve dainty hands that hold my verve;
And inside you, I’ll thrive
I will brave these undaunted thresholds.

Sometimes I can hear my soul chortle -
A drunken lapse as I fret through
The walls of the vicissitude -
I can here your etude,
As your eyes destroy the woe
Your vacuous nebula
Your two indifferent waters
I stare at them as I hear
Their declarations that I am
Their helpless captive;

I can see the crystal of your skin,
A flotilla of diamonds
And sometimes I can catch the scent
Of the dank submission
That I’ve consented as long as
The world shuns away into the abyss
Of a celestial senescence
And so I wait here
As I can hear from the clocks
The demise that sluggishly arrives.
In you, I will thrive.