Such
kindness; to flee the fear; to embrace a human—where tears fall, to cleanse a
soul, an hour in prayer; oh the foundation, to warm through hearts, the message
of Yahweh; in which is love, to generate passion, to steer the trauma; oh the
depth, screaming for kicking, to sketch the internal. I love you laughing, to
watch the angles, as pure as pouty eyes; oh the majesty, the flicker of a
heartsore, the yin for yang of breathing; oh to see it, the beauty of women, to
know the affects: a soothing word; the hands of healing; the treasure of
impatience. I used to dance, but now to skyscrape, that closer the
illumination; where I fought, to birth resistance, as wise as a fledgling—in
which to perish, to see that smile, as luminous as altered; but what to give,
to quiet the pain, to overstep self-affliction? I tore a soul, to read the
contents, my life in gray tones—plus the black and whites, to fall the passion,
to wander for wailing—the bluest nights, the greenest shames, the beigest
terrors; oh the in-betweens, to shiver come high noon, pleading with a
mirror—to love the laughter, to finally settle, trekking the energy fields. We
never tried—to see the majesty, to season the madness; else to feel it, this
churning wound, to ingratiate kindness. I see the winds, the silent warriors,
sipping from the Holy Grail—to pressure this art, to feel for returns, the
measure of the great expansion; oh the love, upon unpaved soil, to vibrate a
verb; where pain is watching, ever transformed, a spell through the city;
indeed my life, to ask forgiveness, plus to forfeit patience; it’s truly for
hectic—the scope of hurting, to reach the gates.
