Tradition Sprouts Reality

We fever anxieties, pictured as aliens, received with tender mercies: We dine at noon, wavering as oceans, reading cartoons.  It becomes life, threading essays, with essence admiring Hanukkah; while candles flicker, this symbol as tears, such religiosity infused with sorrow.  We triumph pains, our genetics woven, this crosswise affair—as knitting trumpets, or thrumming passions, our succinct flutes.  It could be agonies, threshed by butterflies, reworded as pioneers—that mystic element, our inner temples, such as spinning this cultic dimension.     (Wax at stillness: bulbs at radiance: this film leaping from pages; hereto, are rustic roots, as sandy valleys, our ephods wheezing).     We desire freedom, this complex reality, while reciting demarcations: this fuel to exist, this ability to discern, those realities harnessing freedom—at determined junctures, or proposed realities, where freedom must exist as monitored: this civil statute, as censored notions, laughing as relying upon freedom chains.     Hither we live, as discussion forms, gazing upon historical art: this piece for debates, our cold teas, as a spurt of lemon invades our eyes: those dramatic characters, fused by immortality, our legacies determining our resistance: if noted at flights, to seep into caves, affected by Literature: our idols to rest, our best souls forward, such casual nausea.  Its cold harmonies, or specific rituals, this fleet of intelligent missiles: that print escaping, as leaping outward, while sullen investigation ensues; notwithstanding, this journey of lights, a sale weary concerning agencies—this inward territory, this interior empiricism, our experience determining our allegiance: (by smoky clouds, or fire filled skies, our morning rainbows—while birds muse, as snails complete each journey, while, too, we examine vestibules: those silent rooms, those mythical mirrors, such by chills realizing essence).

 

…we zoom into zests, our critical enthusiasms, revved in silence: this film, aforesaid, becoming concretized, our legacies seeping into bright-minded-souls: this space by access, this reality conquest, our instruments becoming mental imageries: this shared dominion, while scraped for currents, to invest in miracles: those souls as energies, lathered in essence, sprinkling lavender dreams: our trembling spirits, reliving this ecstasy, as one cursed until acquitted: those trekking roses; or vocal waters; this soul at holy manifests: as but to fly, while grounded in substance, to exist as one contained in tradition….   

 

It becomes faith, or disposition, or orientation—where visions clash or territories go for wars: (this young physical, as an old reality, caved in sectional pits: this thing with dice, this flaming goblet, or human life sprinkled behind ears: to dance as sacrificed, this terse admittance, listening as kittens cry for mother: as remote adults, this controversial fuse, while agency looms as pure conjecture: to love as lost, or levy as lunatics, while humbled a soul protecting dynasties: this raving phoenix, at casual affections, while listening to this lute afore hearts: this tore affliction, as carried in vain, while steep for bridges this intimate currency: that room to panic, this straightjacket affair, this padded floor cave: where thoughts wrestle, as claiming dominance, while ants trickle through synaptic gaps).     We live such voltage, rustling through shrubberies, depicted as images upon canvas-brains: our music threshing, this force pushing, our images becoming bilingual—this twofold reality, this place as dying, while daisies sprout our egresses: to return to harmony, if but a second in time, while something prepares for this rifted journey: our rites screeching, as chalk plummets brains, where it felt tragic to feel so alive: our coldest waves, our warmest flames, this space as sutured but leaking reality.