Indeed, this career, this longevity, this
swishing swan: our angular curse, this black moon, or benighted agonies: this
storm in brains, this psych becoming turtles, or our sunshine sprinkling
flowers: those scented petals, this mystic lake, at courage to defend our
rights: abandoned to existence, but called for termination, where passions are
cheerleading: those tight realities, this present tug, our inner
carousals. I action Life, destroyed
and flourishing, where restrictions serve as harbingers: this winter’s meadows,
this summer’s forests, and this popular squirrel—if but with blindness,
stressing another’s disease, where flame has enthralled guts: this mental
camera, this living room film, or our days to studying manipulation: those
subtle glints, or otiose defenses, while knitting in purple cinema: as born as
bees, protecting honey, to find this need to share. I’m exhausted, and pulled so early, and
drained by extra-realities: this mid-brain, this monster’s wife, or more, this
abusive addict: at stigmata, this social curse, while wired for nonchalance:
this angering vehicle, this manipulative essence, whereto, souls are collecting
ghosts. (…you’re a warrior, Love,
this infinite quadroon, this interior princess: those exterior senses, this
empirical genius, this aesthetic dynamite: to gut our feelings, to rev our
sanities, where granny is living heaviness: this word for souls, this gilt’d
gorgeous, or this casual creature approaching existence: our deeper aches, our
flying castles, moreover, this Descartes enterprise: our artificers dancing, as
enjoying this capture, to realizing this loosened recital: our pyramid queens,
this aggressive swan, this Asian intrigue): to flee through grays, abandoned so
near to justice, without a word holding strength: (this life as strange, our
society as webbings, our addicts feeling ostracized): as soldiers too soon, or
young warriors to early, where father felt goodness to flee heavy weights: as
foolish caimans, this crocodile brain, or this vicious piano—where mother
inherited deaths, as passing confidence, preparing a son for unlimited wars. It came in months, this second for
infinity, this curse as bleeding oblivion: this radical agenda, this distorted
face, our present reality: as learning nothing, and angry with appropriateness,
demanding a city of mind-readers: this trenchant plight, this arrow in Jesus,
this typical black enterprise—as minds running, to defend Sadducees, where love
cleaves to resurrection—our blue passions, or this red woman, as saying No to passionate poetry: those coals
dripping, this sooth whiffing, at times this sacrifice: as pure Europeans, or
hostile Africans, but rarely as serial this
or that: our brainiacs at violin, our guts at symphony, or this trenchant disgust:
if but to fly, or but to recite, or but to speak as we do in private: (whereto,
this tragic swan, this magic swan, this graphic swan: at music chirping, at
dinner with philosophies, or tears to joys to understand our dilemma: this
rising glow, this infinite trapeze, or this realization that something is
missing: our brains, Love, this thread in hybrid souls, or this refusal to
mimic pure deception: but yours is game, this tale for mother, this cautionary
for stepfather: indeed, to jest, indeed, to fly, indeed, at Hell’s Kitchen: this man searching for
investors, while frustrating superiors, where they need for numb and dumb
clients: this soul at Edith, those souls with Vivian, or this heart leaping
towards Brenda: as Tamara laughs, this heated name, to wonder concerning our
linage—this flight to Jesus, this rain at Yahweh, or more those experiences we
can’t reduce: this auxiliary loser, or this mercenary winner, while many are
unfamiliar this language: as fools loving, to need possession, but so far that
reach and chasing: if but this woman, if but our souls, if but this swan):
wherewith, this medicinal flame, or our medicinal curse, where a paragraph
causes others to spas as if naked: indeed, Excellence,
this quasi-charm, this semi-innocence—where lyrics kick ass, while
knowledge causes enemies, while a friend died headed home: this torn gift, this
petrified gift, this deep resilience—
