Monday, October 19, 2015

I Notice A Force

We kneel for an awning,
     beyond mere traces,
          aloof to channels.
I disappear, standing near, a hunt for clear.

            It was once naïve, and partly so, for myriad reasons.
I stressed to feel, unlike petals, to perish gently; and parish
eyes, to live religion, probing this dream. She took the
hem, a young swan, beating drums; and more for heart, a
furnace therein, a woodcut prayer. I felt erased, chiding a
thought of pliers, and churning within. Some exult it not,
where others praise it solely, a vehicle peaking. We squeak
and suffer and lose reason. It’s a hard debate, to showcase
experience, where a soul is flinching. Why for how, to
witness death, and by design? It’s much a maze, a veiled
power, to see it flicker. To live it—is to correlate truths, a bit
esoteric. To feel it—is to reach a soul, to see for change. I
hear the doubt, to run for aimless, to confront a mirror; and
I see for wit, a need to peddle, a longstanding view; but
art for souls, to feel it flee, where a friend was just testing.
It’s a mini-hell, to chastise a heart-chakra, reaching for
moments. We run; and “Why for me,” sailing the five senses;
but what for good, a night smiled upon, and journal’d?    

PS.

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