Waves

We sing by hearts, this lark’n space, while vapid that scar; this swan of tears, jeered by logic, at woes this life of furies; where deaths are casual, this faucet by brains, at wars a prolific pen; to sigh at waves, this grave of beings—enchanted by formulas: that welkin dance, that frenzy of souls, while life is skiing: that shoji screen, that Buddhist’s charm, those chimes that mint to flesh; to see for mercy, this brilliant art—our daughters aloft with grins; where pain is measures, this artistic wind, a bit for blind those rays; as torn asunder, peering at fuses—this Hindu in droves. We love by random, infused as grains—that harvest for threshing; to pierce a dove, this infant of souls—our scrolls embedded in topaz. I heart’d a moon, to see your eyes, as clothed in royalty: those fangs to jaws, that gentle clamp, while hell ponders our names; to bypass perfect, steeped in humanness, this roll through hay that needle; where art is posture, this gridlock of poses, as each to have meaning: that cryptic style, that ink by soul—our love our daughters our cloves. It couldn’t be real—this inner cave, as enslaved to rituals; that far about glance, that moment beneath wreaths, that ghost as fraught in chills; to see adventure, as nearly unglued, this future by frame this madness. I love us sailing, by chance that chair, at posture that pose; to feel for texture, that seeking of souls, to embrace a face of sensations. We waltz a light, engrained in soil, this pillage of brains; as reigning force, this armor of fools, at once, this place of passions. We’re sewn in trials, vexed for challenge, trickling through reasons; as welted those seconds, to find for methods—this madness of woes; as felt our breakage, roaming distant lands, as stationed by series of brains; to charge that vest, this pressure of passions, clashing through waves those thoughts; while seeking solace, some sort of sadness, virtually unseen; where this is life, a city of paws, at tears, to miss our targets: this heart of cries, this wealth of whys, to see with patience those blatant ways.