Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Abdominal Mirror


…we offer visits, this miraculous knitting, fueled by interaction: such reserved truisms, such unspoken cadence, at sights a second those human mirrors: such dinosaur instincts, such leopard spots, awakening Jesus to heal leprosies: our deeper discourse, our deeper beliefs, while removed enough promised into tomorrow: this gut-war, those pagan portraits, our pagan instincts: at Laws meditating, at New Testaments debating, or so pure those days to sleep-deprivation: candles tickling, treasures provocative, teased by something gentle: those wretched beginnings, this wretched soul, at captures exploding into vehemence: our minds, Love, as never to abandon, Love, while our worse nightmares: if but this for that, or that for this, such sweet gumbo: at manic tales, our horrid diaries, our terrific realities: this lose so early, as graphed into blueprints, where mother was sick with impatience….     …so many monsters, groomed for prisons, where reality is quite official: lawyers debating, judges listening, so tragic years to contemplation: this florid miracle, this lost, received child, while cultural tyranny remains an issue….     I live missing pieces, so crucial each detail, while bigger pictures elude science: this casual swan, so filled with honesties, while reluctant to sail: this Buddhist pamphlet, as scraping minutia, where true enlightenment becomes studious: those voice-frames, those indifferent behaviors, while some exist as oxymoron(s): but tender to motion, as motion becomes tender, while one has exercised something quite natural: this Ferrari heart, this Porsche soul, while hibernating with cubs: so crucial with beliefs, so systematic with premises, so grand with deliberation.     …at once a navigator, or twice at voyage, while impartial to mother: indeed, a deep confession, this land of confetti, where years churn into survival: those few religions, this religious atmosphere, while its popular to claim religion: our yogis diving, our mystics aloft, our spiritualists conjuring spirits—as mere souls, broken for floored, our carpets crimson prayers: while swans ponder, while mothers resist, while fathers sip something breezy: this losing enterprise, this hard-won deliberation, where certain realities are not in my favor….     I thought to it, this web of activities, reasoning concerning total deafness: as one claims madness, another agrees, plus, passion webbed in criminality: this Lucifer child, this demon with stars, as father is privy to one side of mosaic coins: this man racing, or destroying cars, while innocence is pledged upon images: those secret closets, that filthy blanket, while it’s difficult to imagine pure deceptiveness: those slates grin, this canvas is purple, our charms seem apparent: but life is gentle this wind, those days to basking in patience, or floored to something insensitive: this silent, passive soul, those years to pure indecision, as one invests in something at love with others: that grand debut, our seed laughing, as coming to something so delicate: those internal feelings, as needing such a fix, or flippant concerning this new commission: to need hands, to desire powder, while lacking an adequate voice.     …but more to gentility, this remarkable lover, this astrological musician, at ease with physical alarms: those tender, whispering, bold, electric, even crazed glares: possessed but shivering, or too much to capture, or so sick it appears normal: at treatises with time, where humans lose interests, where familiarity breeds un-appreciation: this need to re-juice, this permeable affectation, while honeysweet insanity is required: at structured focus, loving where it aches, re-capturing something so early in its absence: such compelling skin, this infinite bruise, while silly enough to praise beginnings: so pulled asunder, so yanked to bed, while bleeding in sentiments: our casual affair, those casual liars, our casual hearts as perfect for shortness, but dead for duration, while alarmed our souls fail satiation: such deadly love, while such bestial love, so quick to summons addiction: but Love is alive, and Love is livid, thrown to wolves returning with bones: this ape affair, this gorilla monopoly, while animals purr with aggravation: such dominance, such brutal control, while humans utilize passion with language: that remote island, those charming facilities, or bones struck to intestines!          

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