It
feels surreal this life, jiggling coins, our metaphorical decisions—and,
notwithstanding, our influx of joy, existence savors like melancholia: this sad
person, or just analytical, bidding existence a fairer run: such desolate
crowds, those common jumping-jacks, our jingles bouncing: as rusty arcs, or
rusted sentiments, or both jaded and rusty: those roaring ambitions, muddled by
apathy, while so sorely conscious:
our needs in boxes, our sacrifices made public, our beds abandoned to
abstracts: to imagine concrete love, void of attributes, becomes a personal
prison: we look towards actions, we ponder mechanics, or more, we decode differences:
our existential love, our pragmatic adoration, or epistemic conundrums: at
complicated tension, weeding through sheep and goats, while feeling a bit
reprobate: or (such acacia joys, to plunder Yahweh’s romance, at fuel and zeal,
at message and cedar: such dressed abandonment, at such deafening appeal, or so
whelmed it’s hard to defeat elation: a bit sardonic, a bit sorrowful, a tear to
those that introduced thinking): that small vehicle, those eerie tentacles, or
this Ghost streaming through childhood: our screams by echoes, our patience
discolored, our mental decrees adjusted: as running deserts, to happen through
waters, at terrible, knitted frustration: or (to locate something lovely, but
ill-prepared, as if an adolescent fell enlove with a teacher: this futile
dynamic, but those rippling pledges, or that humiliating yoke: by moonquakes,
this life of prose, at intuition slowly reappearing: those terrific hells, or
that terrific perdition, while such at an over-pour: our edge-cups, our rusty
forks, our split tongues: at indelible heart-sores, conditioned by existence,
made a bit difficult to reach: those common skies, our dreams shadowed by
deception, at some sort of foundation: to ski clouds, to unveil shojis, our
eyes pitted with colors): at irrigation, such dreamlike fantasias, to presume
by an inrush: those radiant creatures, those mantra persons, posing as
effulgent aporias: therewith, those
diamond abysses, such flawless pain, or one doting over melancholia. Our souls carry cargo, these boxy temperaments,
at desperation to open: this world made softer, those hells made invertible, if
just one concrete emotion: admiring pigtailed ambition, or innocent dialogue,
while mourning that arising sun: to dredge up chaos, it becomes unfair, where
most havens are neat cells: our elephant trunks, carried with pride, utilized
to attack mirrors: such shattered reflection, so many shards, so much
stuttering data: thereto, our screaming loins, pushed by cliffs, or so saddened
lust appears as a distant voyage: our mechanical existence, our mechanical
appeals, at deep conditions whittling redwood: indeed, worms are about, science
is about, while natural proclivities are aroused through extremes: those mental
blizzards, those few as abandoned, where interaction became its guillotine: if
but to exist, as more than atoms, if but to enjoy our souls: this laboring
land, our smoggy kitchens, our minds as woodsheds!—or better this pain, this
refrigerator of fires, this silent endorser of literature: that grand scale,
those irresistible flames, our art, our brains, our reach thwarted: such
disillusionment, such Filipino Christology, or such psychological catharses—as
souls invested, to reach beyond reflection, as doctors administer free
vaccines: this mental magnet, this allergy towards suffering with patience, or
this allegorical, modern day miracle: such postmodernity, such reaching
Psychiatry, at inner functions picklock’n ambition: but fairer to truths, this
unreachable self, while attempting to arrest antisocial instincts: herewith,
our deep repression, to unbolt trauma, to relocate that jubilant, innocent,
playful soul: where rainbows pause, while butterflies partake, where
hummingbirds sip sugar-water: our souls as Bishops, our hearts as Nuns, indeed,
our beings as controlled forces:
where electricity spins, as souls analyze, our bodies ekklesia undertakings: as souls leaping boldly, or souls partially
captured, with ambition to out-wrestle our blizzards.
