Brain Properties

…this ball-science, this round laughter, this cordial monster—as burnt in dusts, or dusky glens, at whirls this intimate distance: our winter clashes, our summer flashes, this passion as dead to miracles: our lovely agony, our beautiful plights, this riddle to windows as lives a scar…that anguish energy, those Bhakti rivers, this Rajah excitement…as casual alliance, or fried chickens, to gumbo through haven hearts: that red daughter, at blue shadows, this pillage through wild livers: euphoric lows, as robotic messages, to sense this radical Ukiyoe—or tyranny warring, as mothers are dying, our fathers a line to dementias: as born cringing, our wombs filled with liquor, or that diligent flower at steep fantasias.     I laugh to die, as dying to laugh, this woman at Suffrage Mountains: that methodical psych, that psychological overseer, those dreams as cut two beats to drums: our cymbals clanging, this valley reciting, our Moses as instilled in testaments: moreover, a deep thrust, this threshing sand, our Rock as mourning its first adventures: where Love aches, as mother records, where granny skipped a heart-lagoon: to die moving, while awake dying, to feel with ecstasy those inner deacons: that pastor sinning, that bishop to men, those feminine priests close to suicide: as lived a soul, this apostolic breath, this disciple’s death—while cut for stitches, or harping for Polycarp, or that medieval woman: our nuns maniacal, our fathers literal, this allegory to sights pleading through miseries…to scathe a plum, or pander apricots, while pears descend into a mothers anxieties: this foolish man, this wellic daughter, our aches disrupting our music…so clave a vision, abandoned to court rooms, feeling for tears this salty residue: our cursed goodbyes, our mornings lowly, this scent cleaving to old pillows: if but to believe, as but to achieve, where gramps chokes cinnamon crusts.     Its late our nights, sitting for vanishing, that tile redeemed but begging forgiveness; this fallen paradox, this repeated misnomer, our energies at miracles feigning excitements: this small pup, that infant kitten, those first-steps: as granny urged, while children worked, as wishing this mental camera: our potties trained, our fathers to bongs, our mothers working through intensities: this rabid gut, those testy tides, this feeling for addictions latent a woman’s inheritance: to remember backpacks, this grit in packages, that trail for one so adored: this pimp in disguise, this brother to tears, our grannies laughing while repenting God: as broken rivers, or swollen rhinestones, to adventure for a thicker phallus: this tale explosive, this man dying, our psychs barely a glimpse—those nightmare agonies, this tale as sold, this soul as fallen by joys—to splash in sins, while courted by sins, where it felt good to meet those wonderful creatures: as aches to grains, or planets to souls, where a thin layer spoke to resistance: (to love our swan, this flower as immortal, this glee as trespasses: that tall highlight, those markers to brains, this ruler as disemboweled: those fine lines, that stepfather frenzy, this sibling absorbing energies: our Holy Ghost, this bias to glens, our fathers praising memories: that petit adventure, those immortal images, this relic transgression—as pork frying, or beans boiling, our days to starchy rice: that pot of corn, this creamy sauce, our mornings to running towards kids: this daughter plotting, while debating lights, as influenced by churns tearing into guts: this cabbage theodicy, this mental typology, this false impression claiming free-agency: as mortal men, at love Penelope’s, warring for acknowledging Original Sin: this tall tale, this Immortal Brain, as seeing so little as to curse women): that mortal argument, this place as demented, our years to demanding perfection: this curse gleaming, this glimpse to souls, our men as but our negotiators.     I thought as atheists, conformed to anger, as but this caldron destroying his essence: that walled discourse, this pointing to travesties, this claim for named as God: our treasures bleeding, this fruit as redeemed, our women as pastors—or more to priests, as accomplished as bishops, this daughter his churn through science.