I bird
our souls, dancing for imprints, as to arouse this earnest. I bird your heart,
wresting through tongues, while sneezing internally; whereby something lives,
whereto, something’s captured, as absent to reality; but we must inquire, as to
mold sanity, of this inner reality; as seen manifested, to stir an inner
person, one awoken fiercely. I chance your heart, in essence your soul,
attracted by laws. It couldn’t be us, as filtered through turquoise, this fuchsia
dream, this beige reality; but stars have formed, as to tussle hiccups, as
telic as intention. I chance your soul, as one unafraid, to yearn for your
makeup: that outward fierceness, this crane for wisdom, your inner fuels. We
admire justice, as trekking trough marsh, a cave east your outward heart. We
admire love, as to attach to detachment, a vale your inner soul. It’s the maze
of spirits, as attacked by introjects, wherefore, our closeness appears. I see
visions, as something’s speaking, a face I remember dearly; where times have
changed, sorting through black matter, inhaling smaze; but we never know, these
things unknown, to have known experience. Would you tell us, these things of
soul, while kicking at nerves? We must refine us, as being refined, this tear
for freedoms; whereto, is romance, as a group of poets, enchanted by nature:
those inner tulips, as inborn roses, a daisy as a cygnet. Years have spoken, as
chanting blue wisdom, where fire becomes yellow. We couldn’t foresee it, as
worried for souls, at a pool of algae; where pictures float, as leviathan
watches, peering into our tears. I love your spirit, this powerful entity, as famish
to aid others; where love is real, as hell is fevers, as I am you!
