Saturday, July 22, 2017
Temperaments Adjust By Seas
We return to sadness, while sawing at weeds, by pride, by soil: our
wrangling roots, as swatting at june-bugs—admiring beehives: such invisible
magic, by such invisible passion, as cohorts a group of invisible brains—so
adjusted we died, by infusions to live, our reasons to picklock madness—at
chance for such kef, that rush of adrenaline, running while galloping that
spacial wilderness: informed by locusts, that merging by breath, our associations a pinch of what we cannot see: those
fantastic drawings, our brains inverted, by treason our thoughts whispering—to
dine by hearts, such invisible motion, to witness dreams scudding our kitchen
floors: by tragic affection; our thoughts captured upon camera; our hooves
advocating cynicism: at tortures to fly, as caressed our soul-minds, flickering
by blue thunder. We must by energies, to resurface our marble hearts, if but to
breathe outwitting deaths—this space of virtues, about which, is terror, afloat
a scream—that basin of wine, that vine of grapes, while reaching to unburden
our shoulders—that javelin cry, that wrenching harpoon, our sanities splayed
upon ceiling mirrors—such tender angst, our faces twitching, our children
courting immortality. (It lives this voice, as similar to our hearing, as
familiar with our feelings; to come this song, a bit distant from life, while
at wonders about such upclose captions: our teary-eyes, as not a drizzle, a
tare misty edging by cliffs; to resound inklings, our billion dollar engines,
as petrified without oil—as flew by dreams, while parading those joys, to have
our energies upon waves: that place within, to jolt a circuit, as others come
from raining skies—that torch as flickers, our vitamins to souls, our cocoa
buttered palms; to erase tomorrow, while established by today, where we suffer
this odiferous loss). Was pain impure—this ecstatic justice, as flew our
brains—another’s soul; insomuch, as drained, by course to elope, that bride by
chance, Existence: that morbid
fluctuation; as informed unknowingly; our intuitions as godly machineries—to
break by aches, this space of there-and-now,
to perceive cues by mere a glance; to hold infinity, as to alter by shock
therapy, or merely to listen while grounds to rumble—that mystic art, our
daughter’s inheritance, this moonish soul so torn by cycles—as lived in
silence, or plain too vocal, a furnace to maintenance by neighbors: that inner
feeling, as upon his brain, while hearts shift at sea.
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