I
want for it, something unseen, a thing said foreign. How
to
give and more receive, something pure? I’m to a stream,
a
vat of nectar, and irrigation. I see for love, an outcome
vague,
to grapple delusion. I felt it strike, to wonder why,
where
tomorrow bled. There’s a daisy, stressed with
patience,
invading Troy. I wait it out, for another to come,
to
fruit a fancy; for lands are crying, an earth to vomit. I’m
tipping
skies, to stumble clouds, and reaching stars. It’s
more
illusion, founded on secrets, sprinting through a
temple.
I phone for gray, to wonder for why, tiptoeing
a
vibe.
It’s part a hunt, a reddish fox, a pack of hounds. Only
for
lights, and darkness came, to cleek a tulip. I disappear,
a
mild retreat, to throttle a Harley; for hurt is mind, a part
delusion,
founded on broken reality. Its golden fish, a
tank
of rhinestones, a moment’s breath. It’s a cracked vase,
a
flinty face, and a childlike dream. We stood in veils,
draped
in kale, to know but a name. It was life a tattoo,
found
for
structure; and earth a bit vague, lost for structure.
