At points to perish, this inner rebirth, but everso young;
to flourish a swan, this mental greeting, as so humble to cherish; this inner
wildness, this flying by thoughts, those vacuums those seconds. We live by
choices, to measure by actions, this flurry of metaphors; to die by chance,
while born to sing, this method by arts a songbird. I heard a melody, where
stomachs growled, this fasting by lights his soul; to picture smiles, this lace
of angers, where spirits groan; as ever to live, a kid upon wings, this dream
for siblings. I felt your soul, that faint despair—peering into cultures; to
witness operations, while feeling foreign, to become that thing we know; but
hell to falling, while heaven to falling, this thing concerning our pigments;
as pure genetics, this art of grace, this segment between personas: this part
of that; this part of this; by chance this other section. We needs for power,
this frantic explanation, to crawl by chase our feathers; as winging souls,
from gravel to branch, to soaring so high; as flying forever, to empower so
many, this chess of politics; that crucial being, fleeing through crises, as to
become this force of gravity; to mount an angel, this horse by fame, as
traveling this seventh heaven; where ignorance grieves, unaware of folly, this
mask pointing fingers; while hell is speaking, where lights are silent, to
embark upon wisdom’s gurney: this space of times—as so energetic—this repeated
conversation; where love is dim, this human convention, as willing to die so
often. I’ve called a spirit, this series of names, as to enter your heart’s
sanctum: this earth of wares; this country of flying; this meeting of cherubs;
to see by visions, this inner darkness, as to convert a negative thought: this
man of ills; this daughter of hopes; this mother yearning for image; to harness
breath, this vehicle of silence, as borne to some sort of genius. I cry no
more, as to cry forever, while wounded unto healing; this deep paradox, as pure
resilience, confronted with such ugliness: this pier of minds; this cringing of
souls; this trek through darkness for lights; to have your arm, reaching
through chants, as meditating upon, Aum; this
engineering, sectioned within, this cosmic armoire.
