I
wanted life, to see it bend, to witness chaos; even for order,
a
heart to fire, to gower flame. I shift this wave, a broken
structure,
flitting through clouds. You’re more a mystic,
free
of sins, to utter profane. I plead a
voice, to ferment
love,
a
wound alive my life; and there afar, a shadow’s image, to
greet
for starts. Its chilly winds, and Bangkok dens, to
floor
a Chevy. I race a light, for pearly visions, tipsy our
hearts.
So please forgive, a need for rights, blaring Avril.
Oh
the garrison, to hold a soul, searching for a swan; and
more
affirmed, to maintain distance, ever that force. We
shift
in grays, a playwright born, to probe the cinemas. Its
old
a movie, to fashion lines, a bit unwound; and less to
tease,
a tare for prose, through teal shadows. We fever
castles,
a blunt surprise, to see it bending;
and
days are short, to venture woes, as steadfast as spirit. If
only
a mind, to shield a liver, two tiers of sorrow; for glens
are
torn, to mourn in
shades, a blade of ‘motions.
