Mandalas

I left and left him sitting so still as to suggest sitting still.

I left and left him sitting so still as to suggest sitting still.
The emotion behind the particular pose chosen stayed mulled
and the brevity of response to this was truly altruistic.
Laconically burdened and of such a parting word. I’m still sure,
and whosoever bends lightly to will catch the scent, primeval.
Such tokens contained in a single measure of liquid, others
remaining faint tunes. It comes out this way: taste, sound, tasty
tune: “Do take care to close the valve, being mindful of measure.”
And in being mindful, keep words to a clip but repetition staccato.

It wore you shrewd for it

Several months ago I maneuvered a smallish all-terrain vehicle into his kenning and having taken a keen look, he agreed to something tactical. It was days before the rest of the troupe said anything at all, and once I was caught shivering in a way that was entirely pleasant to behold yet funny in the circumstance. When I built some things out of paper, I almost always signed his name to them. He had a few projects himself that were brightly hewn. Whether he had them approved by a higher power is irrelevant. I had full access to his complete line of implodable gadgetry, and that has been enough for at least the coziest evening hours. There are horizontal window displays to consider, as well as navigating the masses. However, with just an ounce combined of both our wits, it continues to appease all negligible phyla. Here stands the freshest of fellowships: let one thing make peace with its neighbor, and mostly those objects within one’s purview will berry.