It
feels like justice, but it appears unjust, where motives have become muddy:
this semi-person, this semi-demon, at murals within: this margin’s speech, this timeline measure, or aches so
rich we adore sadness: those ruby objectives, this empirical vice, or monsters
seeming aesthetics: that fair skin, that portrait womb, or this relaxed nature
going for rubies: our first orders, our last quarters, searching to rise
through results: that winking spirit, those trenchant disguises, this
unreachable audience. I examined
melodies, this rustic voice, those alarming passions—to die with guts, to arise
with fair beauty, at tyrannies this veil of rumors: as distinguished souls, or
distinguished ghosts, a bit helpless and lively: at deep our blades, this
grassy mirror, or our glassy skies: (at frantic elation, a bit scared and
gunning, a bit worried concerning old comrades: this small incision, this
radical analyses, while days become phantoms: our locked doors, our major
restraints, or pictures appearing in restrooms: this feudal ferret, this famous
Venus, this velvet violet: whereunto, our memories bleed, our chimneys dance,
as few truly fathom emptiness: this bowl of neckbones, this pot of backgammon,
or ghetto goddesses far too appealing: this life we live, that soul fresh from
dungeons, or this current sweat): this formless existence, this formless
personality, to utter concrete lies concerning humans: this throbbing palm,
this flared ankle, as one wrestling or provoking fires: at stigmata gems, or
peering at a daisy, to sudden upon a bitter ego: this super energy, as
originating in space, while agents provoke other explorers. …you can live, Love—as better and breezy,
to have life, while responsible for encounters: to protect self, to live as
remarkable, or to abort this dying sensation: our sinews engraved, our hertz
flaring, or ideals becoming life-like: such about shame, or such about regrets,
or this deep annoyance: our mental gymnasium, our stardust Wiccans, or our
exotic Israelites: those gowns, Love, they provoke thoughts, Love, they
increase hopes, Love: wherefore, this slight infatuation, or that Islamic
Empire, about crazy for invisibility: this bleeding sap, this dungeon root,
this relaxed maniac—to frighten brains, as one insane, to legally abort mercies:
this restricted fool, this hood too deep, this dignified black man: this cross,
Love, this deep schism, or walking ten lives: those civilized replies, or this
dragon laughing, or this sudden churn: to chase infinity, to feel while
glowing, to realize Love was a participant: to see his face, to chance his
anger, to fix his problem: this trenchant world, this underrated existence,
this tale frigid in brains: our guts screaming, this person in heartcaves, this
voiceprint mechanic—whereas, it was years that fool, it was months that psych,
to realize why they shook her ass: this sleeping eye, this droopy insistence,
this miracle as daughter: those guarantees, or pure disadvantages, while
difficult concerning deadlines…. I
made comparisons, I flew into mysticism, I felt good for a solid hour: this
magic soul, this mental spirit, or majesty’s solace: at music fleeing, at
tyranny submitting, or gutted for ruined laughing with Buddha: indeed, this
open enterprise, this closed garden, or so relaxed our anima(s) are feminine:
this reality seeping, this dread
coursing, or our minds purchased by genuine feelings: at moons aggressively, at
sunshine amusingly, or at grandparents curious to those thoughts: to Love’s
eyes, or unlinking a picked lock, or thrusting through traffic a hundred
warriors: to live like that, to die like that, or years living through
freedoms: to smell a daffodil, to ponder a mystic, to exhaust a feeling: this
yogi’s Legos, this deep psychiatry, this missing if too sappy to energize: as
puppets, or claiming president, while Love laughs: this dialogue sculptress,
this shatterproof mannequin, this penchant temblor—as steeling shampoos, to
address a new helmet, if but again to feel that first attraction: this cautious
losing, this winning security, to fly at flights blasted for slipping.
