Esoteric Embodiment

I saw intensive eyes, bent that corner, as purposed to shift his arc; while temperamental, so gentle by souls, alive as ether trickled; or edges that lioness, or shorn as leopards, trekking at pace by savannas; that desert prayer, alone a dungeon, about a room filled with strange faces; that terrible sin, as infused by transgression, to glean for slates our immortal wishes; that frivolous excuse, as abused his brains, while Love slewed cowardice; that potent fiction, as pierced his soul, by far an animal subdued; that crying pity, as ashamed to love, while feared for exclaiming love; that sea by paradox, as loved by minds, to appear a second as ghosts—that florid feature, as assumed a curse, while visions took to wings; that floating rustling, as tumbleweed cries, to elope a sentence that mourns: those feral wishes, as kissed infinity, while never to broach sacred confidences: that pellet piercing; that infant wailing; our fears googling colic—as torn for mercy, that extreme beauty, as psychoses becomes majestic: this arc bleeding; his eczema inflamed; her touch too soothing to sustain; at purposed violence, to have seen so little, where another partakes of majesty: that morning breath; those crusty eyes; that conviction as ever a queen. I sighted glory, as to witness that shift, while seated in something unusual: that edgy calmness, as censored by families, while a daughter punctures an inner contagion; that royal art, as somatic pride, or adjusted a feral fire: that silence by vocals, as convinced of trauma, while pushing just enough to induce realization—those shorn epiphanies, that rabid satori, our days at minutes a bit cryptic; to adore by craft, as never a line broken, as to remember those former visits: that trenchant gaze, as sudden a shift, as to respond to an inner mechanism; or less to arts, as natural as fleeing, by returns to alter through meditations: that fiery client, as intimate addictions, that pain screwing into his upper neck—as effaced but glowing, this web of frustration, too close to shift as nonchalance—that furious mountain, as cried his life, to meet by angst this zenic phantom—as wiccans watch, where witches dwell, this limited soul embracing darkness; as lost his mind, to return his soul, while leering at fantastic beauty.