…we
become monks, living by illumination, while stumbling by arcs* this feral
ginger, this acidic pomegranate, this lethal apelike frenzy: this inner
quadroon, this mental mulatto, our European characteristics: to move galaxies,
while tiptoeing scars, our years decoding Venus: this warm angelica, this
morbid incantation, this gothic coliseum.
I adore this you, this being affected by anger, this you, contented to
please others: this miracle you, flooded by ambition, adorned by window lights:
our crazed feelings, this insatiable appetite, this curse clustered with
knowledge: our legacy engines, our slurring thoughts, our morning meditations:
as living Buddha, but removed from Buddha, where reality seems to originate by
perceptions: this passage curse, this inner engineer, this mechanic leaning
towards self-interests* if but our aches, this touchstone criteria, this
breakage through our mirrors: as livid leviathans, or apostolic Paul’s, where
belief resonates in actions: this fatal curse, this linguistic catalogue, this
public tongue fest—where mother simmers in sulfur, and father bathes in venom,
and daughters plead their allegiance: this moment in time, this study of
premises, those actuating penalties. I
adore this you, reading where father dwells, while poking steel through
abstracts: this imaginative curse; this perceptional bully; this tourist
peering through your lenses: this broken mirror, this shattered window, this
outspoken journal: to jimmy our guts, while sure to perish, while eyes prove
our integrity* this planet called by existence, this truth by adolescence, this
flimsy appraisal of deep facts* to minister to wounds, while embarrassed to
claim deceased, and more, wishing for mother a certain air* as men die, looking
above our sinuses, while claiming our resistance: this salt by earth, this
basin for feet, this odor as sweet to existence: those pudding eyes, this
vacuum position, those as lost this persistence: [to cuddle with life, those
chief principles, while gutted for ruined laughing at democracy]: if but those
pearls, or this end as born, to system through anguish gritting tears: our
developed agonies, our developing souls, our forms as fractured through
values. I hear personalities; this gift
as received; to imagine by clear responses: this evidence you seek, while
becoming this quadroon, where reality shifts through suggestions: our outer
stages, our mental lights, or by theories we formulate authentic positions:
while more than flesh, and more than thoughts, and such as both create our given
moreness* as rebuked souls, our original curse, to become more than filthy
rags* this friend of Logos, this
lingering ghost, or this future begging its questions: hereupon, this angry
balance, those spacial glasses, those probing insecurities. I adore this you, this analytical sacrifice,
this young woman: our regions as provisions, our humility by seasons, our
measures by campaigns* where life is pursued, those various techniques, or that
relentless confidant: to suggest possibilities, while negative a heart-corn, at
moments realizing importance by blood* this film terrorized, this cinema by
careers, this railway as occasion to trip wires: where gramps becomes vocal, to
sense such disaster, while remaining speechless: this granny affair, this thing
with passions, while deaths appear as clear attractions: this breaking wall,
this league by doubts, such rumors dependent upon academic perception: this
sheer curse, this mystic inquisition, as Israel died before promise* that
daughter as Jerusalem, that daughter as Asia, or more, this daughter as Egypt:
our blotted brains, this feral feud, where one must ask of their part* to love
as destroyed, to rebuild as destroyed, to find God as redeemed: this portal
fleeing, this dungeon chasing, our swords becoming persons: as life became
gentle, our recognition, by embroidered daughters* to adore as sentenced, to
surrender as faithful, or to suggest a different realization.
