Oh for mercy, to adore another, as beloved in return; this silent wing, thrumming through hearts, as chased that mourning greeting; to treasure amore, an armoire as brains, testy through pressures, admired for resilience; that space at bridges, snails for turtles, that marsh that mayfly; while enchanted a seeker, blessed with feelings, avoiding that land of flatness: this touch through wounds; this mother as conscious; this noontime repentance. I've loved often, such troubling outcomes, to realize a deficit in self; this lacking of essentials, that want he couldn't have, as tasting life's tragedies: this partial moon; through woman through breakage; this age by silence; that inhabiting--this land of arts, as travesties with limbs--and even breaths. I spoke inwardly, this grueling skylight, as to slowdown through motion; this twilight zone, this patient converse, as to touch by undercurrent; this fragile lamp, that inner pendulum, our daughters warring leviathans. It could have been life, this art of perception, akin to something glorious; where sheep are sheared, as souls are slain, by virtue this evasive talk. We launched a chalkboard, scribbling a sequence, subjected afore silence; to see our ghosts, flooded with nylons--and such florescent lights; as broken through wholeness, injected with guilt, to feel winded as revulsion: that tragic emotion, that reaper so grim, that hourglass of passions; to flute our principles, holding for dear life, subject to offend happiness; as to feel as victims, our hands our doings, to sale a loved one a dream. I'm challenged this thought, as chiseled with purpose, this thing to manifest through years: that inner sphere; as to realize love; this covenant with consciousness--that graphic song, this melic swan, this mother by chance a human. I must adventure, torn in twain, this terrible outcome; to long for innocence, while to achieve portions, haunted by fragments; this terror by mirrors, this patient plucking, this person as an omen; to redeem mishaps, this fated inquiry, at times, a furious cave.
