It
becomes like miracles, or living as orphans, amazed by mystic behavior: those un-vetted
waves, our senses by urgency, our terms deranged by conditions: that living
ocean, those motion graves, our buoyant dynasties: as mirrors running, forced
to reflect, peering at wilderness but analyzing: our twigs at riddles, our
leaves breezy, our brains napping.
We’ve spoken about dreams, our outcast souls, this inward thief—while
built for destruction, piecemeal’n existence, alert to something impending:
this silent vehicle, this pitted resonance, our nauseated screams: as floating
vomit, or tragic mention, this threat, such gristle, our bones speaking
agonies: to meet by occasion, to lock eyes and sense a miracle: our feelings
bouncing, our cadence grooming, our hindsight infuriating: those long blades,
this orange grass, those talkative shrubs: if but a clove, upon our winds, to
temper a lonely, crowded pendulum: to chime with emotion, thirsty for
miracles, sensing a certain richness: our sky castles, our roof-prints, or this
ceiling of ghosts: at terrible values, our uprooted selves, while clutching to
disaster: as stalking zombies, listening to motion, while touching something
unspeakable: that tacit travesty, those tacit undulations, or such loud,
internal music. Such unhappy glee, at
fortunate loses, winning and feeling sorrow: this tragic battle, our tendencies
towards life, unable to sustain joy: this thing with liquor, or falling
free-spirits, while an arm reaches through soil: such passion, to exist this
horizon, untied and stumbling: to gaze at beauty, to need her miracle, while
forced to rebuke fantasies: this woman a month at two, this man a year at
three, while both disappointed reflection: to curse a storm, to wail
uncontrollably, while deep thoughts condemn self. …unless I dance, I die—at tension with
existence, while spaced just enough to survive: this mountain simmering,
digging into sediments, jutted just enough to block our path: such music to
senses, swaying with artists, or silent with feelings: our moving skies, our
solitary impositions, to reflect upon a reflexive state: this looking in
directions, as outward and inward, but simultaneously: those sharp insights,
our rabid intuition, to crumble for arising while proud to relate: that old
horizon, as no-longer suitable, this thing with loving self: those unkind
actions, against a living mirror, while charmed to participate: such mythical
travesty, such mystical behavior, such triumph over misery: at fair bargains,
or unfair dreams, while forced to discern: such day to night rivalries, this
untidy living-room, those bags filled with laundry: to clean radically, to
assess existence, to rinse and relax—sipping something sweet, dipping into
presence, at rich insistence…. …those
heist eyes, to take souls captive, to ingratiate pure insanity: those analytical
techniques, this ability to excavate, or richly tug a blue moon: to redeem
something useless, to infuse a dying squirrel, by chance to reflect and touch
motion’s minds: our dear enterprise, this lonesome enterprise, while filled by
esoteria: this mystic mountain, those mystic figs, this mental orchard: our
fruit with existence, our existence with mind-mazes, at wonders that some
things fail to absorb: our moist cloth, our brain-core textiles, at memories
concerning something frightening: our do for life Love's, our souls indebted, as
carrying a deep secret: our trenchant sanity, this responsibility, or those
cakes with coffee: as running, nonetheless, or breaking our threads, to realize
something’s askew: our ferns whispering, our brains as if tumbleweed, or those
moments feeling alive—even concerned: this inward magnifying, this glass as
see-through, or that touch of wonder: it becomes like miracles, this atypical
disclosure, this violet sky-land: at Love with arts, or speaking sincerely, to
generate a soothing response: at deep insecurities, our weekly visits, to
assuage something pushy: our rich conjectures, to conjure a feeling, passing
with patience but angry: to marinate a paradox, seeking solidarity, or studying
Religious Liberation: this term with knowledge, to increase in value, to feel
self rising….
