…such
relentless raindrops, such interior activity, such waning concerns: to listen
softly, to ponder gentility, our courageous mornings: our candles burning, our
souls thrust, our subtle, soft deaths: some are re-knitting, some seek chaos,
some are too relaxed for motion: those green pastures, those remote meadows, at
sudden such crowing: to sense thoughts, to realize something intuitive, at
song, at sullenness, at Asia: such Artifice, reading through Descartes, even
sluggish through a sentence: by zenith to earth, similar to something vacant,
similar to something full: such devastation, realizing illustration, or
environmental affectation: those silent rules, our angry souls, while
unruliness possesses its encouragements: those rotating walls, or those
gorgeous skies, fumbling through art: those wild brains, as quoting dates, with
intricate nuances: bathing in literature, coined by reality, a bit surrounded
with lonesome:
…this
interior light, our evolving undercurrents, our ears heavy, our eyes
relentless…!
…we
embed feelings, we prod emotion, noisy about our quests: some join convents,
some are immersed in life, while some are seeking Reality: our private thesis,
our longing novels, at something detecting through senses: our definitions, our
rummaged hearts, or such charm becoming offsetting: our future sages, our sound
overseers, our shapeless shaped labor: sensing sadness, attempting to uproot
sadness, to see it vamp into a casual smile: indeed, our in-house seconds, our
outside storm, our index signs: at telephone brains, at mailbox guts, or
circuits feeling familiar: such blasé feelings, or rich excitement, peering
into something precious: as knowing her heart, or knowing his emotion, those tiny
creatures: such symbol with dialogue, such terrific simplicity, such sword with
nightmare:
…to
sigh gently, such acme frustration, while poised and unsighted: by negotiation,
those interior proofs, such interior lockets: at logic for mankind, indeed, humankind,
our airs clouding perception: such immortal seconds, such freedom to agree, as
probability chances our interests:
I
grapple with insistence—loosening feelings, while Love is reading through
Joshua: such serious creatures, longing for triumphs, so delicate but
resilient: our six sense, our third eye, our internal clock: those raving
rainbows, those rotating revelries, our rational regions—as vigil souls, so
close but unnoticed, such friendship believing in something skeptical: such
fitful joys, or grading existence, or rearranging desks: this feng shui life, our
midweek furniture, those African vases: this wintery thrall, this banshee
wilderness, those reckless chains!
…we
change batteries, we purchase passivity, or existence is filtered: through this
or that, or something internal, to realize hours have passed unnoticed: or
something sullen, medicinal sorrow, while warring those avenues to joy: our
intake privileges, our outreach community, our trenchant religiosity: this
filter through rain, this solemn expression, our medicinal monks: our axioms
waning, for life is intricate, to feel comfortable with similar pain: as welted
and doting, or flying casually, or a bit too sad: to exercise hurt, to ignite
endorphins, or to cream a cup of existence: our aria lives, our moments with
worries, while watchful enough to fathom: this interior valley, that swamp of
marsh, or those anxious butterflies: at rich concerns, but unconcerned at
seconds, where reality paints according to experience: those spiky roads, those
concrete maps, as souls held by spellish creatures…!
