…indeed,
Love, as cordial a maniac, at triumph and pain: to sense such eyes, writhing
through turmoil, so cursed for blessed running into mayhem: this curious
father, this distant mother, as one accursed for sensing life: this hidden
pyramid, this bridge at passages, to realize Love is terminal: at deaths and
lights, at miracle successions, to realize life concerns dying: our spaces
emit, this cleft in existence, where passion seems under-elevated: at wines
midday, at honesties midmorning, while secluded with a name flaring into fires:
our cautious psychs, this deep taboo, while one is demonized: but Love is
gentle, and Love is strong, and Love reads with keen senses: those long legs,
jogging midnights, or so inclusive one makes pledges: this Buddhist Colony,
this interior nunnery, to need something promising: this life of reaching, if
but unsung, while words come so seldom: at terrific sacrifice, if but to archive,
while laboratories flush out manic fathers: to die those reasons, to inflect
justice, while so tawdry: this cheap existence, this wellic cry, to know for
essence built in tyrannies: this mean swan, this casual swan, this sentimental
swan: at granny for answers, at something early in lights, while it becomes
easy to compose: this fair skinned damsel, this fair spaceship, or romance
seeming quite personal: those dreary faces, as alive our presence, to realize a
certain affect: this changing by lives, this interior merry-go-round, while
essence seems effected: but yours is life, and yours are kites, and yours are racetracks:
those speedy feelings, those quick decisions, while so underdeveloped: at
prayer laughing, at meditation giggling, such as transference: this cultic
reality, to tell for truths, a person may affect something internal: our blue
havens, this red castle, where mother is desperate to oversee: those few
friends, those trenchant conversations, to go through college a bit dependent:
at livid politics, or pantomime agreements, to hit a space where aggression
seems necessary: if but those eyes, if but that grin, or heads a slight turn
evaluating phenomenon: where father is gravely, while granny failed this
enterprise, while essence came to haunt a father: this miracle, Love, those
deep apologetics, Love, where everything is forgiven. …we adore you, at worship at sinning,
something so indebted: to fathom such cries, to imagine such treasury, while
economically driven: this penchant for life, this essence born strife, as
accustomed to long analyses: so captured and lovely, so tender and evil, where
one might suggest a mean soul: at interior graves, searching out identity,
while feeling lost in limbo: this white mother, this mulatto father, this
intensive stepfather: at Love pushy, at deaths a bit quiet, at rosemary a bit
insistent: if but to exist, if but intensive, if but a casual observation: to
sense inconsistencies, to adore a sibling, while demanding accountability: as
cursed so early, to live as divided, where everything in up in air’s arms: to
feel a bit guilty, this whale exploding, while breath appears so sweetly: our
bowels in terror, our whimsical feelings, while something rests deep within:
those pearl blue diamonds, those old trinkets, while seeming sentimental:
(where adults hate, as final analyses, children need radical answers: this
space in souls, this miracle insight, to imagine days at treasuries): our bold
overtures, our facial armoires, so beautifully dressed feeling with anxieties:
at lance and harp, at core and bone, while fretting reality: those perfect
homes, at prim fascia, while many are three steps passed dartmoor: if but to
alarms, or gray-hounds, or tender tarantulas: our faces speaking electrically,
our minds roaming valleys, our situations demanding accountability: as lost and
livid, or excited and cursed, where clouds communicate existence: such soft
rain, such filthy predicaments, while desperate to ignore for others: this
melting lens, those percolating kettles, or this morning’s indecision: at hopes
and obligations, at tears and silence, where true sisterhood is a bit sacrificial….
