we see this movement, enhanced in beings, for it's life as a cultist;
this waking heartbeat, engrained in souls, alive in minds; to find
that feeling, arranged as mortals, this immortal character. we died
as yearning, this offbeat encounter, as to seek this ocean; where
tides tear asunder this aching drum, as cut in spirit. i knew us
early, prior to death's light, as featured in tragedies.I know us
lately, this rapid fireball, concealed in facetious banter. I laugh
but a second, wrapped in flowers, this lotus island; to see for
monsters, our past that land, fraught with addiction, fraught with illness; as
crossing brooks, a demon in hand, an omen laughing. we know for
one, to tap into otherness, staring at blank awareness. i hassle
our nights, taking pride in communion, at wonders to understand:
that deep intrigue; that feral chi; that too far enchantment; as more
than what?...infused in a dream, as to argue for what? we pass
through force, this endless torch, skiing through limbic gristle. i fall
a step, climbing through Joseph, weary of Hagar, chastising
Samson; where children watch, to search that feeling, while
foreigners panic. i welcome community, this need to live, amazed by mirrors.
