I sense us, while deep our lagoon, our bowls scuba-diving: such by passion,
or electrical larks, our riverbed songbirds: that fabulous cry, this becoming
composure, our mates murmuring through dreams; notwithstanding, this
ski-resort, while petals fall, this calling sunrise: to relate with life, as
beauty dissipates, while never a facial gesture. I parasail visions, stippled in black tar, a
tear forgotten as love blossoms: those acrid winds, our wildness fens, those glens
evaporating: nevertheless, this detrimental kiss, harnessed as passion,
forgiven for tainted ambitions: at Caesar’s Palace, mimicking behaviors,
studied through physiognomies: this cheetah vex, running for sprinting, leaping
a thousand hurdles—at games for years, pulling resistance, at angst a daughter
can’t see: our immortal purples, our cyan flirtations, those coquettish sable
eyes—as whispers by graves, or cemetery séances, while aborted as
accidental—that lavish high, seated in guarana, living through chaos this
chimerical pash: those dreams screaming, that radiance laughing, those scars as
soothed with sap: our living for dying, at treasures to exist, this animal
musing upon luxuries: this fevered purpose, to imagine greatness, our pedestals
too sky-born for human affections: as laughed our lives, or died our tears,
this mirror shifting as sights evolve: nevertheless, this chaste creature, this
wild minion, this religious sacrifice—to replenish at dawn, while revved by
midday, to exist as embroidered concrete: this temperate soul, accustomed to
brains, at mercies pleading existence: our zenic lights, our mystic oceans, our
yogic excitements—where whales tarry, as not a sound, lifting our small canoes. We trek tracks, battling solicitudes, at
stumbles this lioness county: those violet grapes, those sun-drop lemons, this
palm of loquats—as shifting perceptions, this human enterprise, at tears
through iridescent meadows: this valley by guillotines, our citrus cantaloupes,
those orchards so graceful our Garnier body wash: if but existence, to utter
but energies, fumbling for wrestling too mesmerized to breathe. I intuit purposes, this detached legacy, our
palms bleeding: to have this life, filled with existence, our crush upon
sorrows: as terrified warriors, battling through tremors, our secern-ments
afoul our ecstasies—as charged with beliefs,
this stake of thieves, to slake with diamonds our fires: if but to grow,
through opalescent caves, while furnished with deeper truths: our burnished philosophies, our reaching expansions, this
chemical to polish our heart-brains: if but resistance, this charming
adversary, our thoughts to cloud-berries; nonetheless, our intermittent
realities, seemingly unscathed, at harvest this spiritual scythes: moreover, a
dream, as filled with woodblocks, our childhood tears at puzzles: as lost
innocence, so young dropping glass, our religions imbuing our faiths. I sense a giant, this remorseful laughter,
that type of nervous chuckle—as stumbled by paths, leaping for ambrosia, studied
by reflexive intuition: this limousine, or burgundy magpie, this HBO special—as
losing pressure, while able to speak, but cautious about descriptions: that
private grin, this ghostly tunnel, those months in Louisiana: as fretted
ventures, or ancient tombstones, while relaxed enough to ignore treason; for
time moves, as tornadoes shift, while one is blessed to refocus attentions: as
living forever, in mere a millisecond, outwitted by sheer disgraces; thereto,
this arc, as never for closure, while it roams to and fro as it chooses: this
electric pulse, this beating heart, our sky-thrones descending afar;
furthermore, this valid passion, this value by equations, such esoteric
algebra: to intuit by feelings, this steep concentration, where presence utters
a mirror: those collar rites, those nunic realities, this tug-dispensation at
riddles a fever; therewith, this micro-light, this particle by sensations, this
interrelated synaptic-gap—thereby, this cabinet, as filled with boxes, each
chair afforded a trestle: this atypical cleanness, this censored source, this
mental elaboration—as pure consensus, by rabid energy: whereat, stands life,
this group sensing through pillars, as such, permitting spiritual
trespass.
