Your texture, Love: this voice, thrusting
through winds, aberrant at purities: our caves, this petroglyph, this amazing
sibling: if but to fret, Life, as bold as hurricanes, as enriched as scripture:
to love as stolen, or capture as surrendered, our grand-folks killing
insanities: this spacecraft, our brains, this soulprint: those floret feelings,
this vocal volt, our inner servitude: as but children, this plethora of
activities, that subtle agony: to cry with essence, as delivered with vice, to
courage through millennia. I sought as
seeking, to seek as sought, while roses spoke of kingdoms: that Victorian age,
to glean particles, reaching through Egypt: as European-Africans, or hybrid
volcanoes, we exist threshed by Intuition:
this valley breathing, this canyon walking, those bones at Death’s
Existence: if but to fly, admiring humility, at tears for monks. We adore patience, where love is rooted,
soldiering this armor by Compassion: our grannies music, this outer orchestra,
to know for Jesus through actions: this person singing, as aloof to wickedness,
a pleasure at pure converse: our sisters laughing, our parents cooking, our
sodium filled gumbo. I track existence,
peering at this rear-view, to have met prime, terrific souls—as time is
evasive, while ever present, slipping into background memories. We expect greatness, to live accordingly,
while urged in adverse directions: to seize with silence, this intimate
compass, pruning emotions: this felt disposition, to soar with ghosts,
afflicted and laughing this slight pain: to roam through Greece, or to sojourn
through Germany, while seated, arriving at Jericho. I love essence, this inner ousia, to feel this grand expectancy; [but
if time is cruel, and lights fail to glisten, realize love—and never abandonment]. It comes this gray, as Porsche instincts, or
Bugatti engines—thrust by symphonies, while fiddling oldies, reminiscing on
mother’s contentions—this solid structure, engrossed with madness, to come to
death as one sentenced to loneness: this frantic kiss, this midnight soul, this
visitor coming for God’s property; but let us laugh, while under-siege, our
legs sprinting by cadence. We panic to
hear it, or die to reveal it, this planet invested in experience: if but to lanterns, those morbid flies, this fire
streaming through captures: our great exile, while livid an ache, floored to
this fireplace. I spoke a promise, this
longstanding trial, while hearts ski Eternity;
our rigid circumstances, our broken souls, those flesh to flesh
churnings—where guts are splayed, as concrete prays, while whispers riddle this
attic confliction: as wholeness breeds, this inner ritual, to awaken reaching
for diamonds. (I felt you, as feeling
others, where something zeroed experience: this candent art, as London Falls,
as lambent as incandescence: this iridescent splendor, those hearts thrashing,
this essence bleeding swanic pride: our days to memories, as short that Life,
to expose our souls to feelings: our
future therapists, our avenues to Xanadu, this romantic Valley—where mother
cries, as enriched with joys, to watch as daughters fly into Existence: those carnations whispering,
this acacia responding, our thumps to meanings surpassing entities; indeed,
this idealism, this transmission rumbling, our Asian allies at tears: to see
swans, furry through passions, while sipping a Calypso). We voyage this art, sifting through Sartre,
while learning through Camus: our aches soaring, as arriving at memoires, to
garner this likeness to Truths: but
never for ruins, as spaced in minds, to cut with invisibilities: this gamble to
whisk, as scudding through measures, this voice locating its lungs: our casual
expenses, this clock winking, our parts splayed for returns—as opalescent
mists, frantic to notice, while realizing this underpinning simplicity: our
brief perdition, our warm lakes, our flogging by resistance: to float with
time, as grounded in mystics, this yogi at war-chimes; as, nevertheless, this
peaceful warrior, afforded this Cross, as intimate by Noble Truths: to laugh at
mirrors, while created through mirrors, where such dissipate into brilliant
lights.
