Our Sun Imploded

I frantic insanity, to perish that home, seated a swan and mother—as so aloof, gripping for grasping, peering at futures: that rabid demon, that rabid angel, this war at effects his brains—to courage with time, or afraid deeply, leering at something foreign—to have for colors, our mothers to calamities, our souls to love—as so far gone, that cliff invention, to leap founded in a grandfather’s legacy—where arts are purple, those swanic eyes, this sagic mystic; as given a clove, to split by destinies, those two heavy at passions. I love at remorse, this cursed vexation, fleeing for flying to catch a light—that gravid dust, at dusk ‘til dawn, skating for crawling that Spanish seed; as mother perished, where father died, our aunts a maze by methods; to encourage flights, that harvest of sprinkles, to have as knowing its reservoir: this hectic disease, but more a barrier, while perfection becomes this inner delusion—where grandma sung aflame, this myth as living, to curtsey an invisible image. I’m about a lie, these persons I can’t see, while skeptic by currency—this wave as bleeding, this father as seething, our mothers to curiosities—that other breed, infused a galaxy, but far too labeled a kind heart; as, moreover, we drift, at pagan rites, our wiccans a tare too explosive. [(But what for sights, to give impressions, while one has pursued innocence?)] I’m feeling lame, as equipped to perish, a soul by flights a fiery cloud: our deceased connections; that immortal whisper; our hearts seeking utter control—as one to die, while groveling at mud, insofar, another swooshes a wand: if but to live, accounted as human, there must exist autonomy; as, otherwise, abasement, a few to smile, while others suffer amore: that gavel grinding; that mother crying; that scholar cementing a felt impression—as never born, this man to live, our kids operating through cues: if but to perish, a glorious death, than more to warfare—those beige eyes, that burgundy lipstick, those heels to pavement our metaphor—to court a passion, that woman running, as more his resurrection—to flee by births, as cursed to lose, by far our mothers to meditations—where siblings rival, as more by friends, to arrive at castles—that tremendous slant, to arrive those brains, as afflux a beat that drifts through cadence—to love a swan, as to lose a swan, while grandparents fathom but a fraction. It comes to madness, this stirring of guilt, our color-wheels but a fraction of sanity: that lost adventure; that cursed legacy; those tears by aches alone a portal—where father grieves, as seized by kef, at breast to ask for forgiveness; where parrots run amuck, while brooks run dry, as ever that lagoon at furious contradictions; to die a man, as to live a coward, by waves given his dignity: that morbid pride; that inner heartbeat; those lyres revving as pyres: our skies to dreams; our grandmothers at membrance; our days at affairs cursed with satiation; indeed, to love, as one afflicted, to maintain a boundary of captivation; for death was potent, as lived a scar, to afford this most marvelous hex—where granny awoke, as seething for mercies, to give for claim a reprimand: that watchful cygnet; that group by feelings; our courage to address rehab—where sons writhe, as daughters are bereaved, while fathers are nervous this thing called change; as, too, a secret: We love for presence, to die during absence, that place we mourn to resurrect!

By swans we live, as given three breaths, at miracles to revive our images—that perfect reflection, as to lose our tunics, where one begins to reason—as sensing faults, while captured in ecstasies, at flights through this web of feelings—that grand guitar, that antic piano, those extravagant violins—where souls are dust, as dust to existence, while plagued this venture of otherworldliness; as given truths, to assimilate masteries, while too afraid of too much too soon—this welkin art-beat, those bats inside, those butterflies edging towards Divinity; while at courage by hearts, that furious promise, where time has just awakened!