I live in It, as pledged to It, thrust
for thriving born to tragedies: this morbid soul, this mother about woes, this
daughter ensouled: our granny’s cries, this misplaced wall, this gravel to stomachs: if but to sessions, as informed
chaos, to meet a psych while terrified for clearance: that psycho-manic, those
psycho-waves, this space at peace if receiving as overseer. I’m cold a feeling, peering at Existence, to capitalize this formable Inquisitor—as maniac lies, or cordial Infusions, laughing as a daughter
giggles: this Chicano light, those Spanish pelagic(s),
this force for dreams our legendary Oldies:
if but to panic, our swanic surprise this steak with onions: this Danish
observer, our curse to science, this internal feud: our mystic screams, this
Buddhist nature, this Hindu Horizon: as
Irish brains, or British flames, to arrive at thunders for Haiti: this plight,
buried in media, our churches refusing
to rectify poverty. I’m warm this light,
this phantom pushing, this theory at piers: as but to fever, while condemned within, as at wonder a woman doing in
spite of consequences: this rabid feeling, as accursed to breath, feuding
through anathemas: this mental
animus, this feline animas, our courage tugged through Idols—as psycho-fires, this extraordinary debut, fueled for flaming
at feral rites: our inner Africa, our sensual breakdowns, as lost to anxieties
but not lost to our, Wellbeloved: this
interior panic, this angst amongst coyotes, this wolf so close as petting
snow-flesh: (Our daughters to perceptions, as feeling distressed, to arrive at
a foreign texture: this noetic cygnet, this watchful ally, our parallels
seeping into frenzies: or doctors afloat, as steep in mire, to flee as treading
upon oceans; where swans dance, at chance to sing, while purposed a wiccan’s
dynasty: such reaching riches, such morbid disposition, while at cadence to
arrive at this cultic mirror). I’m
conversing feelings, this tug as tangled, while pleading for such innocence:
this cavalier person, impassioned by Love,
while renewing [The best that we
got]; this well grieving, our motions to blank resistance, this
wedding-ring as purpose to exist; for days are crumbled, while jaspers are
ghosts, where affection dwells in symbolic symphonies: such cautious abrasion,
our mornings to passion, our nights to banter: as a.m. churns, to poke for
plummeting, our eyes awakened to snoring; indeed, we laugh, as tossed asunder,
such by nature our breaths. I love a
feeling, this swanic cosmos, this Paraclete insanity—where gramps laughs, to
sense effusion, while granny ponders a light simmering: this pot of gumbo,
those honey baked buns, this gallon of homespun chili: as a man conquers, so
much his dreams, to enter his home proud of his vices. I need this love; I frantic this passion; I
realize ties are broken with miseries: this falcon screaming, as eagles soar,
our magpies envious of such heights: as but to deaths, infringing upon guts, to
imagine this perfect pressure: as now we know, this place in fixing, as
acclaimed but reaching olden graduations: that first class, dancing as naivety,
as proud as a firstborn passage: this man to tears, laughing while wiping snot,
peering at something incredible: this foolish hiding, this miracle
independence, this essence becoming its vehicle: our rites as friends, to
imagine vehemence, where one retreats at any-essence screaming about love. I’m surely sickened, by this rival within, gazing into yellowish-brown
sky-glasses: as needing this feeling, but established a soul, a tinge more at
powers. I arise, chasing—at forward
afflictions, too steep to perish blindly: as spent to graves, loving our
mothers, at tears it becomes such silence: where thoughts are concerned, as
lives are to live, while it feels good to feel
esotericism: this tiny woman, at steep quietude, forming for fashioning vicissitudes—if
but to augment, dependent upon participation, to gauge with countenance such evolution: where daughters peruse, this
one-sighted dream, this myopic force driving our richest pluralities—as mere
phantoms, contained in rationalities, stressing for receiving beyond our
explanations.
