Substance by Graves

…you’re totem-eyed love, this casual fever, erratic in texture—as sporadic cats, or capricious pups, our souls to butterflies.  I shell about warmth, our toes curling, this multidimensional fraction—if but with kindness, this first attraction, while weaving for gleaning admirations: our curries as pains, this misery as flights, our truths confessing this whistling article…as brochures bleed, our heavy elations, bred for battles raking consciousness: those arms reaching, this staunch distance, those feelings comporting as behaviors—to meld his eyes, while reeling disdain, as terrors are concerned with angers: that sharp dress, those tales of passions, this addictive vice gripping his memories—those cautious lovers, those manicured precisions, this loss as reaching its awesomeness.  I recite witnesses, this inner yacht, those deserts to fluorescence: this pastime, this hankering for nicotine, this spacial wine: our courage to speak, as opposed to slipping through life, while receptive a ladybug trying desperately: those plucked wings, as signs of maniacs, while courting a kitten fluffing her ears: that strong dementia, this inner overseer, our faces alarming our minds: this sudden flickering, that telic ache, this relic volt—to come to mansions, sprayed with repellant, while tugged a second into matrimonies: this testy width, that jasper experience, those welts to bones as passion ensues…or checkmated shivers, this cultic scratch, about a thousand years to retributions: this Buddhist vibe, this Hindu origin, this Mălitia Krishna Appetite…our Christ to trapezes, our Yahweh to reinventions, this Sufi afloat a thousand Dervishes: as spinning lightning, or up-chucking thunder, to whirl in circles shooting electricity: this Moving Ghost, this mini-phantom, our friends to secrets our hearts upon Neptune: as fleeing to Sardis, this space of engines, while telegraphing Philadelphia—those inner vines, this alienated Patmos, our smidgens as just enough to insight curiosities.  I recite witnesses, as mystic transmissions, floored to currencies staggering to Jesus…this rapture screaming, as filled with apologies, while kleptic a feeling that wars become natural: this Laodicea, this infiltration, those Mosaic Magicians—as itching presently, this notion this article, where nerves boomerang with essence our souls: our luminous thoughts, this beautiful mind, our peace at seconds meditated upon-High—this apparition, this velvety skin, those powerful women…that Crucifixion, those relentless Martyrs, our women to series of warfare(s).  I rumble an interject, at thoughts to disclose it, as it arrived out-loudly: this serendipity, as feelings emerged, this rush of panicky sensations: our moving spirits, this intelligent design, our cosmos whet with violence: this scary existence, this six foot man, while prepared if it wills to perish—as dogs lap, fawning with intentions, at doors awaiting their masters: this tricky languish, our mental linguistics, this feline sitting at literatures.  I’m present to sirens, meditated at ghosts, while ruminating this hectic atmosphere—to ponder existence, that final second, where Constantine repented: this relished loophole, this pit to sadness, our days feeling heavy at dung: those rolling feelings, this strategy too tipsy, our aches depended upon perceptions: albeit, with truths, this apologetic recital, where Vicious retreats by passes: as, It wasn’t me, but more this affliction, while souls scurry into far regions: that cornered child, wincing for closure, a bit too scarred to claim normality: that kleptic psych, with all his arch, attempting to unravel a millennia of abuses: this cultic gravity, as tugging at pictures, filled with Medusa…those leggy veins, this concrete reflection, this spin as taught fleeing its reasoning: as casual love, vetoing credulity, while attempting to perfect an ascetic life: that wave of vibrations, as alerting his soul, while far too remiss to claim insanities: as contrite arcs, or rapid learners, feeling with anxieties—where Love is gentle, while courted by Divinity, tugged for christic.