Love and life carry the in between of a comfortable goodbye,
the gorgeous sunrise of the Atlantic belongs to the natural,
it is the withstanding of the holding pattern of life inside the decimation,
here, inside raving falters, the deciduous falls into the capsule of the cone,
the bolting of thunder increases the decimal of tit-ration,
understanding that lover’s paradise is the subject of many conversations.
Within the sunsets of the Caribbean,
leisure becomes holding a battery of the living,
kaleidoscope of invitations containing the multitude of perceptions,
keeping molding from affecting the stained wood,
smelling fresh of lemon pine.
Here, in the island of perception,
begetting the stand still of ideology and theocracy,
you become a victim of a gregarious sampling of life,
populations held in check for the useful and the living,
though it is the affliction of the beating heart that idealizes perfection,
it is through threatening labor that one begins to feel alive.
Carrying the onward looker,
keeping paradise open for yourself and forward thinkers,
armchair cynics behold foreclosure of divine textbooks,
raven haired beauties defy the structure of humanity,
the bare landscape of chamomile flowers begins to end.
Anna Rozwadowska 2021