We
dine this way, feasting on literature.
I
heard a smile, so seasoned that soul, roaming this vast valley; as broken
pieces, to castle his life, agaze that young swan; to have convictions,
stationed in madness, our mothers a product of kisses—this fevered flavor, such
vicious woes, that deep turmoil; to kill particles, of that gorgeous woman,
conflicted by men; to start with father, that steep feeling, as if time
abandoned us; as speaking to it, this frightened heart, at pearls that
necklace; this dying lagoon, at needs resurrection, but a pagan pleading Jews;
that intricate math, as slow that favor, resorting to Isaiah; where hearts are
stipples, that inner seraphim, this cadence by arts our souls. (I fathom
antics, born accustomed to mischief—so much power one soul!)—that steep corruption,
fiddling through memoires, at hells this passage of events; (to gain so little,
as to suffer so greatly)—our swan a product of whimsies: this wild culture, as
favored dying—that grin meshed in sorrows: those fallen gestures, that beige
rose, our tunnels featured in tragedies: this space of ghettoes, as losing
sanity, to escape a subject of ignorance. (Its blatant chaos, this intricate
kiss, where love was everso radiant—to die so quickly, shattered at others
arms, this field we must eschew): as sanity lives, embedded in examples—that
curse swinging from vines to hell. I saw a heart, this mimic of lines—one
traced to parrots—as if he lived, that moment of birth, as one so close—this
beating freeway, our days so short, as loving that one voice. (I speak in
riddle, to appear at seconds, that deep concentration)—to flood oceans, or
tarry at skies, while entrenched in marshlands: that burgundy feeling; that
turquoise dream; as every dread
speaking our prophecy; to perish with thoughts, again that life, as seeking
this unsteady future; where parents feud, while ignoring patterns, as families
repeat fractious histories: (that place of woes, our forbidden joys, at aches by
tarantulas, sighted as membranes—that fevered fire, at wars to breathe, as realizing
wings); to have that life, seated at tribunals, a judge of so many souls: this
right hand; that golden footstool; those coals to lips; (to sing such grace,
this faceless entity, as to grip our shoulders; as seeing self, passing before
mirrors, while more to life that treasured epiphany; as deep that thought,
while creeping through souls, this feeling of crawling through self). I know a
remedy, as taking courage, those features as detrimental; where mother cringes,
to see that voice, this child a rehearsal of ages: that sightless sight; those
shards at reversal; our grandmothers wiggling fingers; for to gelid a journey,
abandoned to instincts, at measures seeking one coin; but hopes to wisdom, this
inner majestic, at flights to become our scriptures; as living souls, that
steep intuition, while guilty as singulars; but art to minds, fleeing into
deserts, a sage at stresses; to live so gently, but a few at love, rewarded
through inner kindness; to see this life, jutted as chaos, while sculpting a
masterpiece; this tendency to prophesy, at wings our souls, this cryptic
missive; as floating through dimensions, while captured by nuances, at love
this series of turns; to adore that image, as reaching our mirrors, infused by
ethical conduct. (We destroy love, as
becoming un-loveable, while expecting a miracle; as giving so little, at steep expectations,
but a fool in wisdom’s eyes). I admonish a soul: (treat beyond as treated),
without needs of that brow for a brow; this rich affliction, as becoming
sensitive, fueled by this art for kindness; to see this dearth, this world of
imposition, as given this distraction; to want as not receiving, while cultured
to love, as to meet a few stellar souls: this cultic justice, as strong for
survival, at laws a miracle. (I adore a
daughter, flavored with knowledge, seated in perfection; that inner mixture,
our best as given, our worse as scolded; to dance so gently, at tears to
succeed, dedicated to pursuing greatness): if but that song, that empty everything, as thunder that storm at
balance!
