Gone Without Ashes To Embed Into Poem by Victor Velasquez

Round and round
we are to
never return so innocent
as to
leave
these worlds/cramps/hustles/imagination and the kindness of stranger things to come forth from behind my hands once more to guide.
.....
The mal nourished comes again more sincere, apologies left behind in my early
teens to relegate A
preteen into
adulthood, lynching my coral through gnashing the earth
of my bloody hands
left behind cells,
re-introverted,
to expropriate
the ages of my slothful circles against
the earth once more without A pulse left behind, replenishing the grief left astray
back at
this moment
the expectations
of the butterfly that
flew unhinging my
grasp of affections,
I once again
lurch in circles
whilst the butterfly unfurls from our shell
towards the
valley of death
where love comes once again to once more dissect
the imperfection of abundence in leaves that trail without taste of nector left for A festival indispute with life, canter and for the worms the escapees curl from their feast of fallen leaves and seeds droppings to be dismissed, no such thing as impartiality without translucent meddling of matter re-organising itself to withhold the blank space that was never there to end with, begin with or consigned without A helpful hand or the unlucky cat that turns out to be just A vegan and A righteous vegan at that.
......
All I ask from this turn before I forget to do another good deed that my former love, lives and stances aren't left behind without indifference to my affection of my innocent afliction called love.