/ noetic heart / [a rejoinder] whither these emotions alate? in truth, this noetic heart beats, whether withered nether under plumbic, leadened languor or thither, wuthering tetherlessly aloof somewhere, so conceived, hung aloft by emotional nous lacking thusly, thought-speak interposes emotions - genuine, even vivid at times, if only unread uneven hitherto, unsaid or even if undetectable - extant nonetheless - despite precarioiusly poised attempts, through surreptitious glimpses, you undressed, this presence of presence my present essence impaled, soon pierced you see, these would-be emotions - naturally, it seems - incessantly seek or prefer at least, to be seen by you joyeux! de voir une telle timidité sauvage, seeping into thirsty spaces, dusty distance waiting, 'twixt me and moments that create abstracted minefields littered with bodies of thought and cerebral debris, strewn yon and hither, too, reflexive - self-styled deep meanings made or in their making, myriad of colliding thoughts, each vying for but a singular ray of you marvelously unmeasured, nuance broadcasting chatoyant reflections paints hollow nouns with audible, dusk hues dawn aubades crooned in the key of flesh bedewed with playful drops of vernal morn, and wistful eves induced by distant, diurnal yearnings for equitorial curves, urges supplanting the ability to express, however hapless, the extent to which i feel these accursed emotions, so damned furtive at best; yet, herewith i move therefore, to have them removed - voir ici! à partir de le précipice de la pensée sheer, c'ils peuvent être plus que des pensées seul in given or stolen moments, beleagured by self-imposed onus to avoid some verbal typo, malprops amiss giving in to all forms and types, of this superfluity - and so, and so... i write - originally, for flavor laced epistles, embedded meanings, the latter, for better clarity i map mental movements in action later located, understanding achieved largely through scripturient !freeze-tag! activities by which to becalm extremes become - still - so that i can see you, or any modicum of these motionless traces pouring emotions - pure, spilling my pensive pores absorb this liquid language of endless horizon, you speak in splashing sounds beneath salty, swirling ribbons a lawless locution spun sweetly on life's loom, wordless weaving tapestries for us lesser beings no one/thing, save every one/thing unanchored, from froward moorings, unfurled to receive your capricious zephyr zeitgeist of the sea - that we might sail the sweven seas amid ten summer nights dreaming under the unknown for many moons you, rending the veil. i dive, inside my verdant soulquarian mind to find and savor, aphrodite's savior swimming intrepidly the indigo depths of her own aqueous...psyche now that, i feel ---------- v.20160222