Sky Float

I’m feeling somewhere, that close a phantom, crying without tears; for I want this thing, a fraction of humans, rooted in divinity. We couldn’t be lost, as to achieve some goal, as planted in human soil; but indeed, for lost, our behaviors as addled, as tripping through landmines; to shadow for perfect, this Whitehouse event, as warring with Congress. I plague a universe, as begging for answers, afraid for a baby swan; wherewith, are casualties, a field of fireflies, as hung in redemption. If only to make it, to feel your lives, as something entitled; but it couldn’t be 

True, such as cultures, drawn to chaos; to venture this nowhere, a valley of peaches, where wisdom fails to partake. Our islands are beige, this in-between grave, alert that fatal explosion; for love is grand, to ruin pigmentation, as a blend of genetics; where some would argue—that slighted fact, that pigmentation is law. I write to breathe, as something so foreign, this cave—a vibe through hearts; this all day affair, to whisper of paradise, to plot and plan for Vermont.

What could we have—this volume of drugs, as affected by gestures?—while seeing for perfect, what we fail to chase, for this is selling fiction. I’m bold shyly, as alive gravely, a soul pursuing artifacts; as inflamed with love, this valve of literature, to know of teaching so much; this balanced life, confused by no man, as pillaging through soulcaves; to have for wholeness, a valley to defend, as gnawing with invisible treasures. I haunt us more, but dearly a phantom, as realizing catastrophes; but still for love, as if love disappears, where the two become a Pyrrhic Victory; to have for justice, this night of wars, as bias as a selfish infant; where it couldn’t be life, to assume your culture, as if ours has perished; for this is false, a globe within a shadow, where this lion cuddles. I’ve died this light, embedded in skies, as fallin’ to ground zero; to absence this brain, as sighted in limbo, to chorus our charms; but this is death, that infinite flame, where all is precedence.