Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Faces
It must exceed, this beauty of love, in time to manifest, pictured as
brilliance, this inner kiss, fluxed through promise our brains; faced by
madness, gleaning from oak, this measure of cavalry—this distant glare, pushing
velocity, as casual sensations; to know your brains, ingested by hearts, to
capture but a fraction of this love. I appeared
a youngling, staring at perfection, too raw to breastfeed—where closets held
demons, as history held cults, while grandmother set a mystic pace; I knew for
eternity, too wise to settle, too dumb to be wise; where mother gave ghosts,
this vital afflux, as to auction off her son’s soul. We cremated dolls, a box filled with needles,
while to despise our heritage. I came for riddles, seeing fixations, this tiny
woman in trance: flinching, tugging, wincing, as racing through timeless
affections; this star by chants, this Elohim, this pressure to exceed
existence; this philosophic, to measure what proceeds, at hauntings to define
essence; as what comes first, this egg or person, flitting where demons roam; this
buoyant voice, crashing through soundwaves, piercing a young swan’s soul. I know our minds, to know our selves, chasing
this luminous force—as catered by deaths, in order you maintain, to feel
through grace this esoteric; where lances plunge, digging as rooted, this face
our ancient abilities—to find for life, this person that was, at deep
contentions with this thing that is; while
treading, though traipsing, in opposite directions, pulled asunder, crafted
through ills, pregnant with three affections; that space his brains, groping walls,
affected this affliction; to know your face, a fraction of this chi, to thump
as to retreat. I loved your voice, so
steady at trembles, that infant shaking, as cold to light, this shivering
fever, standing at our podium; I loved your heart, at random this night, seated
in electricity; I saw your arms, reaching for closure, through so many
tears. I’ve died to love you, where such
came by ease, otherwise, as fleeting as seaweeds; to untangle ankles, fleeing
through waves, at peace but a second of madness; where time is evasive, steady
at approach, to pause by moment that deep enchant; where terrors struck, this
sudden entity, a manifestation of brains; to commandeer, while alive with
rites, to come to that breakthrough. I speak
of riddles, chills to hearts, this facial expression; to utter such wars, those
degrees of chills, to influx terrors; as reason perishes, to know this thing of
minds, our inners manifesting outwardly; this thing of souls, dying where
parents dwelt, a fragment of a phantom’s inheritance; to come to madness,
pleading for entrance, at sudden, his eyes for closed; to love as furnace, this
petal to stem, fleeing as colorless.
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