6 poems || Felino A. Soriano

Oscine

undulating breaths circle

under air braided into contradicting fabric

using fingering points to diagram precision              I heard

friction portend heat’s upcoming noon and

                                                                  confirmed a visual cue

                                                                  ______________________

                                                                  divided my languages

into compartments of sound and death

each wore echoes and stripped though cold

and skeletal markings engraved

giving

asymmetry

                 focal dexterity and thus, importance—

and late was my return from a birth isolated

becoming is the nuance of forgotten acclimation:

song, though

yes, song is the vertical prose          sustaining movement

negating death’s fictional meander and forgotten mention of proof’s

failed proximity to the body’s cultural intentional refraction

Watching the crow delay spiraling intervals

                            contemplative maintenance holds

an attentive eye and holistic hand of oscillating demeanor—

     each momentum of deliberate rust

accentuates mirrors and mirage apathetic selves,

desiring/delineating/delving

          goal-attention,     spaced mobility curls

through : an alphabetic

signature, deliberate in winged circumferences

delicate in winged and serial ascension                                 patterns

An anxiety, an appetite forwarding misused feeling

odd

, a Saturday’s

kaleidoscope of phasing direction

                                                   needn’t locate space within

be/tween

becoming                      be

/ing

                      toward vocational aspirant devoted spatial memories

fit in

                                                   /to with species of silent physicality as

tongue of dominating tribute to incorporate chaos’

boiling extraversion—

                                  —and, too           |watching| worry latch its sweating

digits

interlocking stress’ fathoms and deliberate constructs to erase the mind’s pleasurable architecture

Organic was the word she used to describe it; I interrogated using silence’s demeanor as does a stone’s watching

     ascent, you know about (or should), a postulating emblem

articulating symptom to

          engage with sun and its

lengthiest aggregation of spoon-scooping dexterity to

forego

 

 styles unknown to cultural dilemmas and

          memorized hallucinations

                                                                                 my chosen reason not

to engage was to mention in not stating

through syllables’ reflectional brilliance—

a devotion to hankering a deliverable understanding

from distance as to alter angle before applying brush to the sanitized

monochromatic canvas of needed pulse—

and though

the back of my listening, pivoted

the fingers of our conversation contained

braided

            pulses

                       burgeoning into last

beyond this momentary alert of disparate

                                                                perspectives

                                       

     

Garden angles

each grain this light suspends is

prematurely named—

     I, addicted to recommending nuance over

sustained man-told defining of tone and echoing configurations—

recall their origin                                                         (or, the isolated fathom associated with trauma)

                                     prior to death’s shedding fingers

swiping breath and

bait

from hanker’s and now’s desirous throat and positioned miracles—

to

   succeed in knowing names contain dust and prejudice toward darkness’ aggregation of italicizing silhouettes

                                                       —losing my ears to piano haunts

pivots joy to land where stoic tableaus bury curled scents from

broken palms and interrogated reason disproved by analyzing misplaced syllables’

organic tributary errors

 

Correlations

                                      I

                  know the pulse maps genetic rhythms.  Know

a sporadic breath reaffirms darkened halls

                  reveal alabaster fears.                Relation. 

My good finger finds forays amid angular conversation.  With

devotion

rotates carousel movement, oscillating        philosophies

pivot

        avoiding

synonyms of shadows’ flattened distribution of graying gradations.