We know about courage, this journey with love, this infinite
entity; born with fevers, escaping nigh death, filled with hunger; so to
fantasize, this rare intrusion, aimed at gestalt realizations; where months
become circles, the energies of Asia, by way the travels of Egypt. I’ve loved a
swan, this point of unrest—your eyes craving this love; brought into self, this
battle with chi, at once to feature your face: the cries of belief, as distinct
through faith, where waves become entities. It was us this dream, the rising of
tears, as using each for stepstools; ravished by rain, to see this new self,
forever courted through mysteries. I’ve chanted through glens, as remote as
television—your mind trespassing caves; where cartoons bleed, the fever of his
faith, where electricity probes the heart; as felt in tensions, the smiles of
agony, to know for this sage event. I’ve lied to self, to capture sanity, as
feigning the slopes were shallow; but steepness this death, defeated through
triumph, to win so dear the loses; this broken wholeness, this ceiling upon
skies, this sudden breakthrough; where laughter cries, forever the pains of
bliss, as finding your face—as loving your wound—as screaming your cries, as
attached to the credence of your speech. I’ve found for luxury, the measure of
your volts, at once a product of your prayers; to know for closure, this
unstable thought, filled with promise; ever your soul, skating dimensions, at
rest to awaken transfixed; this inner trance, as eyes roll backwards, as the
body can’t move. It’s sheer the Light, moving through particles, defined
through intuition; this vibrant force, at one with disorders, to have
cultivated crevices; to thrust into orbit, the depth of sickness, as to arrive
at a state of wholeness. I surmise deeply, at once a fugitive, infused by
reflections; this secret of souls, threshed through lightning, ravished by
Buddhist’s thunder.
