I’ve seen this place, where petals wilt, this heavy
intrusion; while afraid to smile, sipping as to be brave, enduring sheer
malaise. It stays its course, the essence of a puppet—petitioning the
puppeteer. This outward denial, as for this inner poison, while to wrestle with
wild emotions; this feral kiss, where an exit runs, this man a beast of
burdens: I’ve searched for florid roses, and nibbled fey ambrosia, too cautious
to play it saintly. It’s a staying feeling—to maintain sadness, as not to feel
wretched: this festoon of weights, this term of anxieties, as sandpaper to
flesh. But beauty grapples with death:—this cultic rasp, this specter of
laughs, while to return to sadness. I need a relic—a supernal relic, as an
indivisible cultic work; something dearly erotic, as to entice the spirits, to
set our souls aflame; while a madrigal is sung, to the tunes of a harp, as to
appease the spirits; where hell is put to rest, as if veiled in spells, where a
prophet gallops into town: this person of webs, to scream it from the rooftops,
a falcon of the naked truths; for I’ve seen this place, as not to lengthen its
stay, entwined in twigs and particles; as knitted soundly, composing vignettes,
but afraid to utter, Love. We perish
softly, as sudden for rebirth, as heaviness subsides. I’ve become hopeful, as
to cement footprints, as to posit this deep belief; while birds are silent, the
winds are hushed, and the room is screaming of cycles. It was surely a good
run; even a daunting adventure; for it took courage to ignore the running
exits. We’ve caught up to time, the drumbeat of bones, staring at a shaman: our
wildest dreams, to frenzy the soul, to steer it back to joy; while ivy is
growing, and hearts are glowing, and gravel is persuaded; for it couldn’t be
death, this surreal cycle, trampled by certain nuances; where yesterday smiled,
while morning was a boulder, as one affected by flux—this deep resistance, as
communicated barely, shifting through brilliant colors; albeit, with rain, this
inner cup, sifting through feelings.
