ALMOST SENTIENT
Te Quiero With Salted Dopamine
By Kevin Kane
Swept tide of eye gaze seizing our pulse
Swallowing her Cabernet by the gulps
Sweet red lip scenes of evaporated breathing
Te quiero sweetened with salted dopamine
Intravenous Icarus running down a fleeting scene
Out of our eyes and into a magnificent dream
Elevating beyond the horizon in heart abstraction
Awakened by a love unavailable in real interaction
Superposition, the necromancer meta question
Memory vapors dead and live in resurrection
Shadows of the flavor of love stored in memory
To be or not to be, the evasive question of destiny
Fleeting Transcendence
By Kevin Kane
Fading body stale feeling of failed superposition healing
Tempo pace orthogonal to that lovely melancholy feeling
Romantic nights under fading Stockholm early AM lights
Material escape into steady mirror meta spiritual flights
Awake anchored non-linear time with sweet red wine
Beneath the rays of light slow motion late night nine
Decelerating pulses decaying to laying fertile grasses
Stardust to rust in ranging crashes to entropic ashes
Relativity moments of being with no beyond meaning
Like fleeting romance lost love and ending my being
A soft kiss on the lips entangled gazes late night dazes
The best life gets when we are not lost in the races
