Building Rosaries

…our Pope anthem, our drained mornings, this almond creamer…those passion dreams, this flying feeling, at trapdoors a young magician: [to invest guts, ruined by nine, at irregular thoughts…this field of dungeons, our temple warn calluses, our rough in-prints: our chins to chests, our miracles waning, our years to weaving experiences]: this philosophic, this occasion for laughter, this Cosby program: our normal folks, this normal home, this inverted reality: our hopes with dreams, our cadence trying hard, at staircases climbing upwards: as empowered ripples, our ponds and algae, our toads and shamans…those days scraping memories, those days confusing reality, where agony seemed appropriate: to birth our poets, to give life to philanthropy, our benevolent crossroads: our charities with music, our worries with honey, our attractions with vinegar: (this radical shift, to treat one as dung, while angered those walls and cages): our fuel with breads, our coconuts with pineapples, our strawberries with daiquiris: those demanding features, this demanding soul, while expected to reach majesty: this iron-hold, this wire with grits, this deep indigestion….  {…if but our tales, our river stories, our soul-folks: to witness reading, as to mimic reading, where reading was forbidden: this legacy tool, this sport for women, this shared experience for Douglass: our days at cemeteries, our wines with apricots, our years mimicking behaviors: this trench as inverted, this drunk-fest holiday, this miserable morning feeling: our sins with patience, our ignorance with luxuries, our powers as demanded: this terrible feeling, this woman’s flesh, this deceit as if one has arrived: these nuances, this new drilling, this sore realization: where apples are haunted, or grapes are trampled, where one lives underfoot}…this wheezing gut, this frozen temperament, or this luster springing into empathies: that driven concern, this home in Mississippi, this battle in Tennessee: our plummeted brains, this deep incision, this asylum for research: wherewith, this lone soul, treachery’s disciple, as thrown into caves: this woman’s sincerity, this slice needing its icing, this pie laughing with satisfaction: at torrent seas, running upon torrid oceans, while petting this killer whale: our miracle eyes, our urges to integrate, or our fears that reality destroys our perseverance…this trying couple, to have this reality, while feeling like strangers: this hateful essence, this inserted presence, those lessons conditioning genetics: to wish for ignorance, while confronted by anxieties, where forests are screaming such trenchant sorrows.  […we’ve lived humanity, sensing this growth, struggling to ensure commonalities: such as breathing, or this struggle to succeed, or this wrenching need for affection: those brunette leaves, this brown/green vine, or this bark too thick to hug successfully: our minds dreaming, our writers flying, our teachers at patience: this doctor at kaleidoscopes, this physician unbound, this scientist studying chemistry: our bio-differences, our bio-similarities, or more, this pink pill and its effects: if but to sing, if but to dine, where sex becomes something meaningful: this realization, where our futures are chasing, while we feel alerted to antiquity: this trek through patches, this rosebush watching, our palms soaked in grassy mists…this soil sensation, our filthy mane, our tender showers]…to sense decency, to die through injustice, while culprits laugh insanely: this feeling for auction, this auction for feelings, this feeling as driven to ensoul: our kneeling hearts, our voltage through wilderness, this loss as something that became mandatory: as eyes wait, this terrible delight, where it can’t be genuine: for such causes pain, [while] we must be justice, if not, than Reality chases: this treasury our mistakes, this forgiving nature, or this deep understanding: as everso close, while kneeling afar, where many wounds are treated with vinegar.