He had to
rebel, seated at an entrance—our doors trembling with presence; wherewith,
affections, this person by mirrors, attuned to lights; this holy caliber, as so
solitary, at once, to concern a psych. It becomes balance, as else a furious
flame, when that thing is chased: this essence by force, that sudden demand,
while to shift channels. It had to see life, this nine year old misfit, roaming
through our cosmic cities; where hell was nuisance, as opposed to normal, this
feeling within; to count it as fortune, to have such eyes, as to determine
dysfunction. We live with choices, bought at certain turns, expected to impress
souls: that certain language; that need for issues; as a solitary man
chases—that dream of souls, that mind-filled Isaiah, this arch her brain a
maze. He knew by mercy, this deep resistance, as to activate illness: this
manic war; this stress by hearts; our bodies acting in rhythms; whereto, this
claim, that sky of personhood, to see self as an entity; that deep Savannah,
those mystic meadows, those eyes our leaping deers; as asked for mercy, invaded
by secrets, sitting at comforts for destruction. We chased a mist, to encounter
sprinkles, plagued by this kiss of Spirit: that leering thought; that
actualization; that eerie concentration; to ask for kindness, this human’s
appeal, where our instincts are hostages: this profound fantasy, at chases for
love, as it comes to implode: that want for passion, while selfish to bone—this
thing he couldn’t give; as found in normalcy, this loaded invention, as
selected for groups; as thus to say—“This is our customs, our islands of wars”;
where others fail, as to believe, otherwise, while subject to chasing spirits;
as seated rejection, this inner guidance, as to push that inner man; this dream
of fools, to find emotions, stirred beyond reason; while life is motion, this
curious atmosphere, as to glow in a tiny world. It was trembles to fear, this
second as unsung—this ecstatic brain; to find for reason, this inner world, as
creating dimensions; this lively force, this trestle of beings, forging our
consensus; where fire speaks, as water testifies, where tenets become concrete.
He desired fortune, that mystique by nature, that camel to enter that eye;
where narrow are roads, this plural passage, to arrive by virtues: this mystic
message, as measured madness, while mental mansions; for this was love, this
felt confusion, where darkness was taken as life: this wealthy friction; that
buoyant chaos; that woman his stems would find.
