Be free—in that essence, as warring with mania; this deep
enchant, struggling for freedom, confounded to personas. I love it more,
scratching at life, this inner Sudoku; as
to warrant such growth, this deep concentration, as to enliven our experience.
It mustn’t be love, as to engage in sex, this lust by all connections; to
venture towards magic, this inner/outward appeal, as conversing with a
therapist; where something peeks, this inner soul, adrift through realizations.
His mind is puzzled, searching for deepness, explained to self as weakness;
this vision of minds, as to nearly cry, while tears plummet this universe. I
must return, filled with life, while mercy bows its dominion; to see for stars,
this trope of worries, accused of vanishing; as ever to return, filled with
nuance, as Frankincense churns. The winds are pleasant, the mind is vanquished,
and art has become an entity; to see it as gods, or more a connoisseur,
splattered on a canvas; as to live this love, fevered in ecstasy, thrusting as
to live this life; this brief encounter, to alter his waves, as grave as
passions; where demons shadow, the deep terrains, this man a living phantom. It
couldn’t be Dante, as to arouse emotions, while streaming through Machiavelli;
but more this grace, as to petition gods, for the waves are locomotives. I
speak in memory, as to order thoughts, this mystic explosion; where souls
perish, in mere degrees, as to resurrect in majesty: this torn illusion, this
gravid heart, as born to perish through rebirth. I love us more, this teacher’s
pen, thrashing through defenses; to see us die, as to live this myth, infused
by admiration. It can’t be life, this thing proving itself, as a formidable
adversary; where hell is close, as for too near to home, to grapple with
illusions; this torn reality, as fused through love—where a chef becomes crazy.
I dare to venture, on this dark delusion, as to wonder of its properties; this
spacial fool, forever for love, as to random a darkened lot; where hell is
love, as love is reaching, branded in mortal flesh.
