I’m
employing the word, you.
You
exhilarate life this panel by
monsters so enclosed forfeiting souls] as dined infinity that torrid beauty those Haitian eyes] as European bodies or crazed a soul to explode a dragoness— [so infused our dreams for clashing]:
those wakeless hours, accustomed to dying, this breath by measure as pure
theology; or drifts to sanity, those rifts through profanity, as craving this
one night of deaths; where mother warns, as scorns naivety, while souls pull
for tugging at innocence. I see
submersion or tears that
extraction while mystics to songs as
burdened; for this is hertz, to court for mercy, as cursed pleading in silence:
that miracle upsurge, to encourage life, while ten psalms closer. {I know for aches, this Princess affair,
to die feeling loneness: that terrible cry, as missed in motion, where verbs
cut striking bone: that floor to faces, that ash to brains, those years at
terrors; but life as love, while expression grieves, as coming into
theater—that lake screaming, those birds vigil, this feeding of geese—as
squirrels gather, those ducks to energies, our brains to soothing affections—to
see for self, this pure image, as alive counting particles; indeed to visions,
to hate his soul, while at large from reality: that casual you, as explosive a
surgeon, to feel for sanity while vultures tend to unrest: that deep person, as
mourning her mirrors, to exhaust skills while pleading with selves; as never it
lived, for tales are fierce, where love perishes that closure}. I heard a psych, while averted deeply,
this language of insistence as calm
as thieves by boldness as
restrained to tiptoe a person’s
amygdala: that drastic incision to
shred his ego that sparkle aflame
cosmic friction; indeed, to twigs, that psychical garland, where photos flicker
in caskets…, {that tragedy watching
while to realizations to know
for certain this karnac atmosphere as
portals shatter, where windows implode, our feet to graves; wherewith, are
pistols this headstone concern as old friends shed tears: this
psychodynamic, as psycho analyses, where love ravels in platonic therapy;
indeed, to mourn, while hectic at concerns, this woman at mystics sensing pure
destruction}: where hell is lethal, to resurrect dead senses, this vignette as
sprinting where music is treacherous,
as daughters laugh, where Rihanna casts a signal: this place of terror, as
nested in Princess, to remember it sprouts from love— this segue prose, that outer overseer,
this etching obliterated in feelings
to bask in psychology this
small woman a semblance of King:
therewith, are parachutes, to sunbathe in glory, while at terrors to mention
that mystic; where love is sighted to
know for concerns while wild as
cougars: that shifted life that
limelight terrorist while robbing arcs
aflame a curse. I felt serene, to
open by you, where agony seeped into dementia: that tender ache, those torrent
feelings, this perfume wafting through rooms
as stardust fire, or siblings watching, this psych at helms with full
composure.
