I
rummage writings, those lambent crystals, those fertile flames: that radiance,
so addictive, to commune with many people: our wings at night, our souls
midday, our rites as social creatures: peering at beauty, or renegotiating
beauty, or sensing beauty in something fiercely delicate: our years chasing
mysticism, our bold and clever research, at tyranny and justice: our cryptic
tempers, our cultic evaluation, at diligence to seek her soul: therewith, this captured beauty, such threshed beauty,
while appraising something gentle: those months at perfection, our ferrets
intruding, our skies watching: this purple curse, this purple pleasure, this
excruciating anxiety: (as gripped by
furnace, buckled and vomiting, agreed at faces: such candent miracle, such warm
abrasion, while dead our eyes rolling back to life): such trance and fire,
such human participation, or Return to me
and I shall return to you. I
remember you—this bright young swan, or this future orator: those misconceived
realities, this atypical lack of seeing, while
content with a particular rhythm: those familiar arts, coupled with this cryptic chase, while engaging in ritual
practices: those internal movies, that internal theater, or stages becoming
induced: this film of activity, to have absorbed practices, while witnessing
something intimate: such skeptical behaviors, such epicurean delicacies, while
such behavior is rewarded: those conditioning habits, as opposed to confronting
behaviors, while tyranny runs our habitats: at dungeon with life, at life with
regrets, or sewn into deceptive complacencies: if but to release—this chill of
nightmares, if but to select our inheritance: this subtle pain, as to meet a
soul, where unsaid soul determines our future: this inferno reality, as never
our decision, but dragged somewhere for possessing lusts: our terrific screams,
our brightened wisdom, as giving so much for a particular glimpse. I
remember you—this fair creature, this devious seed: a bit asymmetrical, while
balanced as soul, our days to life singing our membrance: those cold
evaluations, those alarmed cuffs, and participated embarrassments: our minds to
streams and oak tables and cypress dreams: our souls to mischief and song and
needing social approvals—while feeling inadequate, and feeling faceless, if but
to retain status: such mean adjustments, such radiant indecision, or such
reinforced apathy: this space as intimate, this stranger serenading winds, as
reading, feeling, and returning to something discomfiting—at sluggish
indifference, wondering of colored existence, while deprived of political
interaction: this solemn song, this salient sorrow, or souls slung into
mis-education: as partial mind-control, as difficult to avoid, where adult
conversations are deliberate afore children: this game with brains, this subtle
nudging, where mother’s venom becomes daughter’s dynasty. I rummage missives, those internet
epistles, somehow searching for release: as never such depth, as never such
meaning, while reflecting upon walls: alike to invisibility, or subject to
freedoms, if but to explain: adherence builds wires, those intimate links,
where participation is a notion of acceptance: this mutual enemy, this mutual disgust,
or this a-racial family: indeed, this myth with wings, or those private
lessons, while certain criticisms bear weight: such as temperaments, or
mannerisms, or shifted so far one identifies another culture: this inner
warfare, our lives walking a middle cobble, as forced to assimilate both
realities: to shift here, to tumble there, while internally feeling like
strangers: (but Love is smiling, this
means perfection, unaware of internal clocks: and why chase, those latter
years, where certain thoughts have concretized: that deep presence, those heavy
engagements, or plain detached from one’s soul): this jiggle language, if
but to instruct, where reality is multifaceted: so dance young swan, and live
like diamonds, while addressing internal debris: in this land of hikers,
following this trail of stars, abandoned to thoughts unless seeking advice: but
know your consensus, and know your table, and discourage those that haven’t
been selected.
