I feel indebted, this marvelous sky-pond,
this turquoise-blue squirrel—those beige deserts, this casual peg-force, our
dreams needled with grandiosity: those Grecian Ships, this siren by memories, our Odysseys by literature: to find with
currents, embedded notions, at wars with education: that man skiing, as seated
his den, at lions petting vases: to invoke jennies, or rabid our curses, at
tyrannies denying passions: this man’s adventure, our eyes weary, our bodies
lethargic: those trained instincts, this chiseling intuition, that sudden
ramification: if but alive, as sewn into soil, our sickles disputing
targets. I touched a feeling, this
radical misfire, as realized our inverted agonies: this flame at mountains;
this torture as intoxication; our tires screeching upon gravel: those long
limbs, our mother’s forehead, our father’s complexion: this bailing love, this
bale of traumas, our days differentiating between intensities: that galloping poodle,
as filled by excitement, our tanks decorated by algae: that tuatara, that
lime-green parrot, our paranormal laughter: if but by beauty, this inherited
landscape, our years to ignoring genetics: to study Nietzsche, this
anti-existence, this anti-humans—our miracles depreciated, our souls to
nihilism, our guts uneasy upon a different taste: those warriors tilling, those
professors nursing, our housewives by novels: those extravagant tales, this
private island, our Indonesian rites: our carnival screams, this pier in
Ukiyoe, this Japanese fortress of passions: as women race, at rivers bathing,
at a dozen lanterns upon sands: that mental sage, this segue art, our Elementaries
deputing religion: our Amish territories, our stories about Socrates, our shock
to realize women became men: if but for celebrity, if but by astuteness, our
literary libraries filled by ecstatic Zenists: this heart charging, our deer
watching, this lizard keeping us company.
We hark to lemurs, our muffins with butter, our dreams with seasonings:
compelled by life, or low by life, our days to slumming in pajamas: our
lunchtime teas, this subtle intrusion, this psych speaking to our spirits: that
casual nuance, those fretted features, as becoming some sort of friend: that
winter escape, this autumn whirlwind, this fabulous/fantastic fantasy—those
garlic eyes, that garlic chain, this inner abracadabra:
that summer blouse, those shimmery eyes, this glossy segue: at tunnels churning,
or attractions thwarted, while stomachs rumble for closure: those guardian
walls, while feeling secluded, to stitch this account called, Appropriateness: that angular geometry,
those angular sea-prints, this excavation attempting to locate our senses. Our hour’s turn, as humans running for
clearance, as children oblivious to time: this rare luxury, as afforded our
souls, while aging becomes suspicious of clocks: our high triglycerides, our
sodium sandwiches, this vest haunted by genetic disposition: that bottle of
Braggs, that tasteless celery, this hankering for spaghetti—those chips with
cheese, this nacho frenzy, those plums with wine: our days to sing, our crested
ankhs, this rollerblading nightmare: as fools at love, or scientists at play, or
religiosities driving our ethics: this inner force, that inner voice, our
echoes at times of composure: this woman meditating, this man at mindfulness,
those energies combining shooting into exospheres—or close to mindstuff, this
brain-globe mystic, those mind-darting eyes: at uneasy closure, or nervous
attraction, to witness psychiatric language: our bodies screaming, at but a
joust, our souls trekking familiar deaths.
I feel airs, or current
pressure, or this floating intuition: as rarely for certainties, while
disputing propositions, abashed by those with absolute premises: this needed
missile, our weathered terrains, this pondering leopard: our cleats to barks,
our creeks to silence, this mercy in men refusing its inheritance: those brainy
atheists, our secretive monks, this creeping paranoia: our wrestling decades,
this pot of neck-bones, our metaphorical greens: as livid souls, chewing
existence, while coming to acceptance.
