Freedom: Notwithstanding, Outcomes

We need intelligence     this concave mirror     if but to nurture a mentor; this electric blanket, this fearless baseball, as surpassing home-plate—where fire becomes adventure, our cygnets to rings, that intrepid oasis—to mould his arc, this furious season, as placed in baskets: that loaf of cadence, that sensory wine, our pulpits flushed by mesmerism: our deep lagoons, as flavored with cranberries, this sipping by marsh: that inner mayfly; that pirate’s feast; this mental computer assassinated; to cry vengeance, at tyrannical mirrors, while fury imbues inner resonance.     We ponder captions, this brainy soul-bite, that person beyond erasing: those children at swings; that chasing and feisty duck; those squirrels concerned with picnics—to run its courage, those itty bitty tentacles, while devouring strawberries.     We shift our sails, embedded in graves, at feast this heart adrift our vows—to love with passion, or die with vengeance, as to put to shame those cruel acts: this dark and gruesome valley; our meadows reciting psalms; this person aching for clarities: those fallen mountains; our latrines as spokesmen; our women magicians harboring our penchant hearts: if but to actions, as flushed in fevers, to excavate while seeping into trenches; that faraway cry, as decorated molehills, our incents betraying our fervor; where Labradors chuckle, our knuckles to bellies, by chance a household ladybug; as mother mourns, adverse to beauty, while haunted by appropriate behavior. We ache for currents, as infused by currents, to want imaginative realities: that wretched perfectness; those tall-fountain eyes; that energy by coitus such confusion: this elf’s ears, that fairy’s nose, such by thighs to grip a gnat.     It comes with adventure—to perish at rebirths, while to flourish those years to maintenance; as ever we sculpture, whereat, we puncture—this heir to scientific religion; indeed, to push it, where others fathom it, while at wars to subdue it—that particle grain, to expel truths, while sealed beneath this flaring abyss: this kiss he wanted; those appealing buttocks; that waist designed for tortures: to shift winds, this fever those arks, where seas are undergirt by passions: those legs laughing, our grammar failing, this nervous chuckle—to have that soul, if but those seconds, too cold to utter, I love you.     We seek brainiacs, if but human souls, our psychologies clashing; this art by wolves, reaching for dragonflies, at awe with hummingbirds: if but to grin, those gracious arms, where tomorrow promises hope; moreover, that curse, our darkest secret, this cadence for wrangling: that brilliant remark; that air of panic; this bridge too close to collapsing; therewith, those calves, so strong at wars, a bit forbidden his mind; to push passed love, while rooted that net by love, as seasoned to perish claiming love—as pure convention, as never a manuscript, at perils to run those islands—where hearts greet, at tempers to fly, this feeling by pure resonance.     [I never forget, while we barely outlive—this fever for forsaken’d treasures: that delicate forehead; those silenced toes; those mitts for seasons that voice by diamonds—as cried by attentions, while running for deserts, at peace those calming shoulders; to have those brains, while submitting to capture, where mutuality becomes our knitted knees: this person living, as sipping communion, as to nibble unleavened wafers; whereas, we perish, to whereas, we live, our mirrors bearing humanity].    

{I apologize for love: I apologize for sinking; I apologize for needing: indeed, this measure by souls, as forced to excel, while contradiction confuses souls. It seems askew, to forgive by choice, while others become wretched vessels. It seems unfair, to want by design, this inner kingdom, while forfeiting crucial tenets; but this is warfare, where casualties are discounted, while we cleave to persons that agree by a bias language: so more to freedom: this freedom to live: this freedom to ignore; where schisms brew, as persons perish, while depression soars}.