I
see love, something atypical, as rationalistic motion—this flurry of flowers,
as fire implodes, where brains are haunted by empiricism—that anchor grounded,
engulfed by algae, such as seaweeds beguiling our treasures; to float with
time, as chiseled in segments, our predicaments mainly internal: our flying
carpets; our bronzed analyses; those myriad characters—as sleeping dormant, our
minds to church, or more, our secular marriages—where image is life, this thing
he lost, while others cemented his follies—this blind alley, as casual disdain,
to relive such travesties—as psychiatric, or therapeutic, such by slight
distinctions—that rose mourning, as so far enlove, as, moreover, too far
vulnerable. We mince thoughts,
speaking in metaphysics, attempting to concretize abstract emotions: this
patent miracle, absorbed in Stevie Wonder, our eyes by torpedoes by energy—as,
nevermore, this feeling by tsunami, to exude an anger for science—as challenged
our skills, while pulled or nudged, our arrows abrupt our abysses—to pet our
knees, or grip our elbows, affected by affections. I touch it barely, tugged by an instance,
becoming a bit idealistic—that capital art, as marshal our brains, such as
verbal Taekwondo—or livid our minds, by seasons our experiments, a bit too
wanting to outwit The Yellow Brick Road; this
rigorous insight, as forever at chase, where thoughts are dissected—as more
confronted, this authenticity, as required this need to vet our thoughts: that
dramatic essence, as fueled a dream, while straining forever that christic
gnat. I drift; at cadence with operations;
this split in self as mystic atoms: our cagey nights; inflamed with promise; as
kissed a squirrel to treasure a palace—this wealth as bleeding, this scar as
oozing, this person as singing. It
becomes mythic, but pure reality, this epistemic congestion—to measure our
knowledge, indebted to skeptics, at daybreak studying intentions—this inner
cringe, as an outer glow, our artistry becoming symbiotic—where love is purple,
while doubts are murky, this jousting with ontic thoughts.
