So
deep a heart, a chapter faint.
We
feel it drilling, to vibrate a couch.
The
bed was moving
near
three a.m., a touch of torture.
I
woke from slumber, and still it
shook
where
a shadow stood afoot. I came to
to
watch. Its miracle eyes
aflame
a temperature, and drifting
souls,
afore a voice. I’m
somewhere
a brooch,
pinned
to a theory,
losing
humanity. It aches a scar
a
room of psychotics
floored
for God; and close to mind
for
I couldn’t say
to
admire
reflection.
We
keep a secret
entitled
for families
to
wrestle an image; and there it fell
a
vat of chi
a
mixture of Spirit.
I’m
fighting waves
pulled
to yogis
to
feel it move.
I
was young a spirit
to
receive a kiss
while
searching to blink.
I
came to
to
see for blank
an
image on a mind-cave.
It
was years to ponder
to
ramble through pages
alive
a volt speaking tongues.
Its
miracle sighted
a
funnel of mystics
dropping
hearts; and less belief, for
souls
can see, features fall as mist; for
walls
shatter, where prayer becomes
force.
It’s a need, for breaking hearts
a
cello upon her voice, a night I
couldn’t
touch.
