I
session gently, by far an adventure, gapped at certain intersections: our days
with concern, our lost communion, or this fair second with time: those feathers
discolored, our wings by oils, our washings by Calgon. I differ such indifference, this internal
shadow, as hesitant by fear: those rolling arcs, this voltless session, this tender
vacuum: our impending breakthroughs, this struggle with swans, this cavity
melding with neurons: this abrasive response, this casual approach, this
un-teachable courage: as pure contradiction, this learn-ed soul, this miracle
stressing personal insights: our grave destinies, this pillar inflamed, and
those babbling moments. I session
gently, lightening to gesticulations, or struggling those captured winds: this
atypical soul, our atypical distinctions, to find where less means exonerated:
this man with friction, this self as motion, this daughter as unchartered
exospheres: our blighted crops, our senseless harvest, and still, We journey by faith: this fair frontier,
this intricate exchange, this fire these wolves. We sense wrangles, these inner wounds,
this wonder concerning speaking our souls: this device by clearance, to resolve
conflict, to confront mental mirrors: these crescent scars, those remote
controls, our intellectual welts: that intimacy with time, this dependence upon
souls, this gradual becoming: as arts flutter, where candles flicker, while
furry comes to heights exploding in tears: this rare adventure, this study with
time, or this study with intentions: to move like snails, to pace like iguanas,
or to flee like geckos: our zealous hearts, staring at zealous souls, becoming
with time such zealous healings: if but to dream big, if but our souls noticed,
if but our arms reaching: those unknit feelings, as brought to closure, where
souls knit various ideals: to unknot frustration, or to knot something decent,
this surgeon of stars: this deep travail, this seesaw journey, this bundle of
seaweed—where darkness whispers, as defeating its purpose, where generators
operate as binoculars: this scope with pains, to volunteer for surgery, while
convinced concerning methodologies: those shifts with turns, this seeming
betrayal, this winking sunrise: this friend of sun-breaks, this aglet unpeeled,
plus, impending tension: as more, those vehement lockets, those pockets in
brains, such as sour freedoms: those dragonflies, that tiger’s breath, or those
frightened artifacts: indeed, with time, indeed, with life, this exchange of
intimacies: our shoelace closeness, our mental differences, to come to bridges
announcing our humanness.
