...those
shoebill seconds, as born to us, our souls at tug-of-war: those activities, so
bright and blue, so turquoise and beige: my heart, my heart, my heart, indeed,
my heart: these passages, this reservoir, at tiles painting sacrifice: those
palms, those teal/purple palms, that lighter complexion: at pantomime moments,
something forming within, while too much silence disturbs personality: our
shook souls, our sacred souls, our shivering souls: at tremors with delight,
those shimmering canopies, this observant cactus: to sit while gawking, to
absorb energies, or to speak softly: those desert noises, this desert island,
while familiarity breeds deformity: by classroom experience, introduced to
knowledge, so webbed, so baptized….
…out of fire came ice, out of ice trickled sulfur, while adoration
breeds feelings: those activities, those local charms, those sea-born breezes:
that mantis poise, that swanic story, or cygnets re-knitting our faculties:
thereunto, our Tibetan song, such rising chi,
such infused brown eyes—as lost in whirls, as studied at Rome, our castles
plush with scenery: those touching flights, at pure reality, but afraid of
honesty: hereto, this inner anxiety, this outer conflict, or similar
discussions: to dine in angst, to sing with pride, while sensitivities alert
our souls….
…at
lamps pausing, at light spaceship sick, at tyrannies speaking Japanese: those
years as something, this reality as leaking, our dreams clashing at
simultaneous planets: those open eyes, our garlic with honey, our marinated
ribs: at leopards screaming, at mirrors with ghosts, at reflection a tinge
disappointed: those strong changes, this thunder existence, at mother couldn’t fail you: at burgundy eyes, at
tight resistance, or laughing concerning realities: this feudal anima, those
deep memories, to have uttered exact truths: at condemnation, at deep contempt,
where mutuality becomes more this myth: our perfect souls, as never a slight
infraction, both pious and holy stars: indeed, enough said, running into
wilderness, and eye to eye with apes: this mystic brain, our inner aches, to
perceive with clarity: that same situation, those same deeds, at others
pleading innocence: that vicious reality, this disappearing wit, while, otherwise,
an altruistic soul: at creative silence, peering into images, If but our world so lenient!
…become
freedom, as opposed to prisoner, ensure healthy habits: These trials, these experiences, if but our numbed reality: to go with
tides, and never looking inward, and never searching our deeds: to ignore
everything, to listen to anything, our sheer destruction: we examine inconsistency,
we mate with geniuses, we awaken ten years later: our ruined hemispheres, or
that nonchalant dismissal, while souls are feeling depleted: our
disorganization, our centers askew, our children screaming: where one smiles,
mates again, and wrestles monsters: indeed, our gathered flowers, our forest
urn, siphoned from pure waves….
…become
clarity, instead of remembering lies, where one becomes defensive: be with
freedoms, unlock cages, and free that inner song: in this world by paintings,
our acrylic art-life, our glimmering shards: to shave balloons, to ignite
helium, to swim with dolphins: those watchful antelopes, those grazing impalas,
at deer feeding by palms: our inner secret, this clear essence, as sensed by
something incredible: such freshwater, such salty seas, at thoughts filtered by
integrity: be true to existence, live for something bigger, avoid pure
selfishness: be at peace, be at stars, become pure ambition: outwit inner
insanities, negotiate with high chakras, while
planting a precious reality: those treasures blooming, our cherries sweetened,
as everso brave to shear a puma: these landmines are vigil, they appeal to
lower instincts, while dungeons churn….
