Statue Of Electra

Thunder is the day's hello and I am welcome to pick up litenening
on a combustable tray. I do not delay to hail a darkness                       Darkness makes the
draw it from an air of everything around me close                                daylite briter
greyhound chased by hare. My veins are made to take AC/DC
my skin is cut on the string of blade that snaps when I do                       Something snaps
I'm smashed guitar when played. The day the sea rolled into the city      when it is too strong
prettiness became my glade and I was flooded in a sunshine of                and takes too much on
being already made. Disappointment digested me then sorrow
spat me out into the daylite sulpture of being found out. The elements    The elements
I was friendly with just washed folk away and I eat my small dinner       don't make friends
with litening forks and put on even thinner than starving babies               even with themselves
left by storks. Revelation's refugee, I learnt how to be.

Charged with electricity, sentenced by a hanging judge, the jurors
were my executioners. I was broken statue on exhibit. I could conclude      Conclude one thing
that I knew no end if I should fall and fall and all that I would find              and begin something 
you would deny was nothing more than something in my eye.                                       else
I disappoint you. I do not die. By trying to live I try. I'm a hundred years getting          out of
from 26 to 45 and like a bee that survives the hive I dive for some dead bee's honey    boredom
that's been left for me. I'm like a tree too long rooted in a forein soil and my
toil has not been effortless for a peanut's oil. You take away my part
deny my character and you suggest I act out shadow. Someone elses.                 Character is a
I do not see. Blind to possibility. Time's placed the bandages across my eyes        scratch at
and I am at a loss for skies. There not one amount of poetry in any single part of me      personality
that you have vision for. I find I'm coming back empty from the syllable store.
Store something in a jar and don't know what its for.                                             Jars hold stars
                                                                                                                             to sparkling eyes
                                                                                                                             that watch them
Majuscule:
Everlasting snapshots
leave love in eyes
endless gazing sees
continual celestial glare
tantamount to beauty
revelatory aspect
all consuming
kindness would be one moment
in presence of
nearness of being
graceful to half an ear.