Reaching Becomes Mythical

…it felt for good, to witness closed eyes, or tents barely to glisten: this island giggling, this passion cringing, or remote for lost glad at breath: those red seas, this blue horizon, or treacherous burgundies: this wine to dreams, this table laughing, or this woman keeping balance—afraid to perish, or dying with brain-slugs, while pitching chips: our deep feelings, or this internal doctor, at intellectual consumers: at brave bridges, to announce our crimes, singing for failing grandmother: this gentle soul, this rude index, at tyrannies with daughters: our cousins activity, this bag of bones and dust, or this dusky mid-moon: to die with vengeance, or to arise in anger, an agent of pure indifference: almost a legend, afraid of grandiosities, while discovered as a mainstream writer: those gray suns, as misthought his guts, fleeing for rivaling this hospital psych: our screams blotted, this balloon popping, or threshes afforded this magazine: this deep allure, or dreams becoming policies, this inner scene, this tragic statement.     I love fey, I task as giants, I benefit while losing: this cryptic daughter, this flippant mother, those flippant screams: to live as alive, to act-as-if, or, moreover, to become this impassive reality: this sky-camera, this Book with colors, or this bundle of central-points: this inner rolling, this democratic farce, or those longing/engrained eyes: this federal position, this federal brain, or this opaque glass: as foggy dying, or clear but delusional, at tears loving this old country: our pain industry, our mental legacies, while watching news sing its membership: this citizen drowning, this mother at rebukes, or daughters feeling so deeply it destroys: our roles as giants, this psych as molasses, or this therapist as illusion: this man running, this feel good enterprise, while to tamper with something imbalanced: this wretched sunshine, this deleterious torture, or speech becoming adversarial: to gut while bleeding, this hypnotic tone, those greetings laughing before introductions: this rural, bucolic green-land, this aroused emotion, or bungalows speaking Spanish: to dine with cynosures, as plagued for ruined, to address a certain sentiment: that beige skirt, those horizon dreams, or so nice it churns our intestines: those fugacious pains, this pang for damages, or rewound for falling forward: this blood cut, this turquoise wing, or alive while feeling deceased….to wander looking apish, to zoom our lenses, or to die flipping with flipper: our casual converse, this under-land miracle, or thrust’d for penetrated: this vacuum at arcs, this heart at pressures, or pushing solid treacheries: to ask by missions, this false apology, to turn and do with likeness: this city of victims, those inner enterprises, where a man may have succeeded as a good soul: this insignia, this blood war, as charged for feeling good: this daughter’s guts, this intestinal scream, to realize father may be misread: to thirst for passion, to attract our own kind, as feeling deep remorse: but torn unsighted, for Love is equal, as upon our internal frequencies: to force death, to sigh breath, at kef feeling destroyed—those cloves blazing, this Irish liquor, at times feeling inadequate: this jasper woman, this jasper saying, or wrecked for currency: our suspended values, to love this cherry, where Love is bent with insanities: as gramps chisels, while mother distinguishes, to assess a whirlpool of pure deception: by thinking agents, where many webs blink, while it’s difficult to memorize a thousand lies.     I’m sipping coffee, peering into cries, at wonders that beating heart: this Purple Rain background, this infant swan, or those realities simmering with disbelief: this rib stitch, shelter, and spoil, as revved, relaxed, and rioting, where Love is sensed, suggested, and serenaded: indeed, to fancies, or at ease with composition, to realize this deep injustice: to holler at Love, to wail at Love, and to parade as Love: this beaming dice, this shadow in Jerusalem, or eyes so drenched our fog is blurry: this ride gutting its participants, this granny claiming indemnity, to have taught such wretchedness: or daughters needing to become mothers, while disgruntle concerning fey…