Beyond Capacity

I see galaxies, afar a pyramid, patient for sifting hieroglyphics: this small castle, this luxurious sorrow, this falcon damsel: our curious eyes, our detached memos, our fleeting agendas: this bold Virgo, or that night-gloss Scorpio, such to ballets enchanted by symphonies: this Pagan island, our Hebrew roots, this L’Oreal canvas.  [I felt to feel it, this puzzle by tentacles, musing for adrift at cages: our miracle slighted, our children enthralled, our daughters outwitting fathers: as paused his brains, staring at models, this Givenchy goddess…as death would come, probing its prey, such this penetrable fortress: our sagic hearts, flushed by deceit, our vehicle faces: this racing wrinkle, this winter’s iron, our androgynous felines: if but to flights, falling into Gucci, our fascination with black cats]….  I thought for Portman: I pined for Aguilera: I found redemption in Jewish Texts: this baseborn vandal, those strengths to trainings, and that reason to panic graces: our fearless kites, our grandmother’s pudding, our clocks relentless with vengeance: this project screaming, those souls by rivers, this ache as pained to refrain from valleys—as looking like Manson’s, or story session sirens, akin to dying seeking salvation: those Wintour’s medallions, or this gray penguin mandala, fiddling for cursed this acapella feeling: our gala escapades, this swapping with courage, as returned a tare too exposed: this dreamy figure, as fraught with fly-cries, our souls catering to alligators...(as demented intelligence, or rabid madness, draped in legendary Goth)….  It becomes beauty, those farfetched features, our thoughts inverted—or hankering redemption, this lesbian Queen, at furies with feminism: our earlobes churning, our spiked hairs screaming, this size two waist: or million dollar ties, conforming to billion dollar wives, while ached a cave with a ten dollar pack of cigarettes: to love as needing, this facial imprint, to want where Gorgeous dreams of sanity: while suggesting Michael Kors, whereto, living denim jeans, our t-shirts smeared with jam: where passions simmer, this chiseling anxiety, our race-ships afloat a crowded desert: this freedom to agonies, our green-eyed vixens, a man enchanted by mirrors: as scolded lives, or salacious souls, by rites becoming scientific—this path to redemption, as secluded in myths, while feeling but bold to apologize: our human behaviors, while granted salvation, this judge ferocious through emotions.  [I charge demons, as laughing in private, considering if beauty resides in mental companionship: this depended variable, our plaid sweaters, this wool skirt; therefore, ankle high, or knees short, while galaxies roams a man’s islands: this relentless jewelry, if encased by graces, this class as surpassed by a charming wit; indeed, as lacking, while furious a secret, where features serve as deep enchantments: this sight to arcs, our dead-looks as Vogue, this habit as engulfing sensibilities—while, nonetheless, our mimicked gazes, this soul at chess with mirrors: those gray valleys, those toned thighs, those honed arms—where thoughts are lascivious, while tides are vicious, our souls to considering legacies: this deep music, this cadent monster, this willingness to pass a flawless inheritance—therewith, a scar, this steep denial, while perfect a synod of contemporaries].  I’m seeing heroin, conversed in solid contours, and this self as surpassing inversion: such soft grandiosity, or gentle naivety, compounded by fires penetrating eye-brains: our kleptic heart-captures, this genetic allegiance, this tug as delivering its torments: thitherto, this drilling of throat-muscles, this retreating as shyness, to emerge a force garnered by Gorgeous: this purpose for ambitions, this telic design, this spiritual cosmology—as souls vomit, this weightless yoke, our beings becoming ping-pong.