We sense fire, this explosive cadence, our
souls searching mind-lights: this casual death, at essence with ousia, living this apophatic existence: our brains spacial, this telic fuse, reversed
for inverted—this piercing emotion, thrust to carpet, gutted for wounds
bleeding insanity: our radical voice-steps, this soul-printed ecstasy, our
grannies rapid with terrors: this ethic screaming,
this moral emphatic, our energies
recited by ear-waves—as cut with gristle, roaming through marrow, tensed for
shocked, dying this length-age.
We rapture at love, revealed as
scientists, this metaphysical cataphatic—as
onions with steaks, or greens with yams, this mystic catnip—to see for faces,
this foreign exchange, a group of phantoms in royal garbs—where feelings erupt,
pressured by countenance, at few
those catastrophic memories; herewith, this social anxiety, this place called, Disturbance, our fritters drenched in
sugarcane; thereto, this syrupy jam, our occulted eyes, this inner
molasses—afire with torments, warring against guillotines, laughing by rubrics
devastated by Faith.
We tore Existence, rummaging numerologies, seeping into agape: this running swamp, our palms to
mayflies, our hearts to oaken nature: this flight as lethal, to recondition
souls, where Love seemed so perfect: those jasper imprints, that existential camera, this soaring,
fraught by electricity: those steep pains, as hungered for Realities, captured for fleeing again to deserts.
I loved us, seeing but flames, adored for cursed affected by deaths;
hitherto, this miracle justice, too famished for morsels: our hankering minds,
bleeding confessions, falling for rising those mystic chimes: our guts heavy,
our souls to measures, this pressure coming with frantic fires—that
dripping-volt, this essence at wars,
our ghosts at transference—to die as living, or living as deceased, cultured
for this atypical Armageddon. I float as
scarred, or scarred as floating, at thoughts this amoral escape; to figure with
love, this inverted reality, where harming self becomes essential: this foolish
leniency, this amoral debate, this feeling rushing for destruction: if but to
perish, to feel as Immortal, fleeing
for revived brought to Numen:
…such incredible justice, as majestic
illness, formed for failing arising at perfections: our casual flickers, this
morning to truths, this personhood distressing presence: our broken lessons,
those times at sessions, this aromatic air-spirit; wherewith, this affection,
these castled emotions, this rook afore this brain-space; indeed, colored in
jasmine, this sun fleeing, as churned this mental furnace: our bodies writhing,
our essence arriving, this second our
eyes to this darkness within.
I sought to furnish, as burnished leather,
mystified by un-purchased serenity: that steep sorrow, as dissipates with
wisdom, a soul fleeing through mirrors: that outward persona, that tragic
contour, this reality warring with an inner lesion: to come to faces, warring
at chimes, wondering if Logos was
manic: herewith, are thoughts, our borderline freedoms, effective for
catapults.
