Give
us curses, this human paw, at war that ventriloquist—to surge his mind, this
cygnet bleeding, at clamps that graveled existence—as chanced a war, this inner
thirst, to want for chaos: this misfit impression, carried in souls, fermenting
grapes: arriving as sober, that misprinted clarity, that fevered inhibition:
awake to perish, at mere a gesture, craving Sophia’s arts: that beige mirror,
laughing but somber, that affectionate person; as caused by waves, this Cajun
puppet, at travels through meadows, that volt from Canada: our chiseled
perfections, as drenched in ruins, our dregs chasing atmospheres; as hearted to
Traci, that deep capture, rooted through precious swamps; as bellicose souls,
abused in Terrance, afloat through acrobatics: that woman as fickle; that woman
as wounded; that woman a bit too deep for affections; as died that life,
chasing prose, infuriated by fires. It
called his mind, that tragic cobblestone, this seismic river; where Asians
bathe, crazed by perfections, a bit so wild as cultured: that eerie sensation,
as caged a villain, two-steep- feet that sky-psych; where envy breathes, that
woman’s tremble, so burgundy that cygnet fire; to stress our lives, while
filtered a dream, where arts are complicated; that feral person, forced to
comport, while deep at angers. We live
this way, flushed with restraint, at tears our behaviors; to garner praise, for
such that dungeon, argued as a citizen of societies—that velvet feeling, that
steep paradox, our welts as unseen; as deeper a conflict, addicted to false
images, while doubting that inner reservoir: that truer self, that puppeteer,
that shadowed axiom: as fettered chills, that secret life, running for
hiding—expressing self; that thrown voice; our mothers criticisms; that person
so close that ache; to find this place, filtered through expectations, while to
settle for nothing! (I die a tinge,
harping that violin, seated so close to daughters; to hear such anguish, that
perfected sorrow, while shimmering by ecstasy; as rhapsodic misery, that
familiar feeling, that reservoir of energy; while fleeing he flew, that fantast
by scars, that tender caress: if castled his life, blocked by kings, seeking
that perfect dialogue; where souls abandon—that wretched angst, by measure that
web of spiders—to feel un-hatched, as more as unraveled, dying to rekindle that
false person; to cry by shadows, this tearless excursion, our boxes fraught
with linchpins. I’ve heard a song, this
morbid sky-bird, fleeing as to live: that broken cache; our treasures
exhausted; those planets afar: but must to live, racing through gravel,
embedded in something indelible: this love to live, as fire to language, to
waft by winds that phantom—where Wisdom breathes, this soul of Sufis, at
travels that vast Savanna: if could to live, as arriving as vetted, where
presence becomes aloof; this place of illness, as if to confirm, those islands
afar carry love. I’ll pardon self, this
midnight sun, at guns that shiver by seas: that remote feeling, at cadence that
irks, such remarkable currencies; as lives a dream, this gnawing discomfort,
this foolish introject; where doves languish, knotted by arts, our perceptions
held as absolute truths; but live we shall, relying on processes, if be it that
flight as such for clearance). By life
this love, as shared with billions, to admire something reckless: this space in
souls, flitting by fires, as fevered by activities: that jasper flute; that
muddy guitar; such to volta(s) as ineffective: to finally breathe, reaching for
newness, this shift as coming; to feel a storm, while sipping agony, as ancient
as Sanskrit—that movie we live, to reflect with passion, while soaring through
an electric project: that zenic darkness, as kissed a dream, such to music this
rich cultic-ness: as moving with fever, that febrile lightning, our tingling
limbs; where time it was, to have pure fantasies, that poison by lights our
ether: if be it this lose, I’ll praise such Wisdom, peering at sheer beauty:
those tribal eyes, that eclectic gesture, this rupture by arts as ineffective; or
more a test, ingested with honors, afflux a fire; where lions are casual, as
cubs are playful, while lioness nurture as indestructible.
