I
topple visions, aloof to concrete, roaming abstract atmosphere] those candid eyes, as hypnotic grains, by
sickle to heart pure insanity] to
couple sore-aches, as crazed prophecy, this mission that mystic our
measure] as ensured justice, while
losing grounds, our neon-expansion—as kleptomaniacs, our psychogenetics, while
kinetic our brains. I love for
passions, this primitive pain, as to enlarge that sense of magic] this soul allergic, that cryptic fever, to
witness therapy. It could to live,
that flavored insanity, at lusts born as nuns: those capital thighs; that lurid
abrasion; thus, our minds to clash—as ashes afar, that trickle of pain, those
years forfeiting science: if but to deaths, as afforded lives, this pyramid of
dying souls…where mothers sense, as embedded in bones, that faraway
casualty] to ache with slashes, as
cut to marrow, those tears liberating unsuspecting spirits. I must to chase, at pace with life, our
sciences to religiosity: that fabled grin; that broken person; those sores to
healing myriads: if but that overseer, to condition relations, while our office
is filled by uncertainties: that gray matter, those ladders to skies, our
terrified Joseph by ditches—to see with clarity, this wit of fires, as hearts
manifest captions] that beige
vestibule; that torrent as passion; that little to arc by pure seduction] where soldiers perish, as chasing myths,
our energies manifesting religion: that scar crying; that woman aching; our
advances warded to dungeons—as never to grit, this courage or pursuits, while
daughters muse upon forbidden dreams: that tender polish, as bruised insanity,
to feel with tears that person’s angst: if but to perish, as born to live,
while this frantic world disappears] those pitted miracles, as unbelief, to find
with gems this forbidden fruit: those deep rescues, while tremendous trespass,
where fire has dissipated: that inner phone, as screaming those names, while a
heartbeat signals as rings] indeed,
to attraction, that furnace of fools, to meet by anxiety encouraged to retreat:
those burgundy glasses; that spotted black ink; this inner leviathan to wrestle
a dragoness] whereas, by laws, this
layer as patience, while flipping spoons to clairvoyance—that terrible crane,
as embedded in skies, to come to life detached at those seconds] as furious deliverance that edgy monster so pure an address.
