…we
chance something, talking through walls, or walking our illusions: at magical
cadence, absorbed in promise, making mockery of silence: such loud music,
reaping benefits, at sudden reappearance: those Easter baskets, those yearly
cleanings, our trips to Goodwill: but life is short, reborn at dawn, our waking
indexes: to scribble a picture, to exhaust an ink pen, to get such on that
couch: our bleached carpets, our erased margins, our inclusive lullabies: at
tender rebukes, our souls spasm, our tea is cold: to live existence, to feel
emotion, to regroup scores a day: at winning windows, peering at friends,
easing into something familiar: such structure, such memorized enclosures, such
subliminal banter: to outlive feelings, or re-curse sentiments, our shower time
thoughts: (it becomes with effort, those few routines, those few freedom
vouchers): climbing into sceneries, painted into treasuries, to want while
flying…. …at removed debris, or
pleasant laughter, a bit present in self: studies becoming heavy, character overflowing,
tampering risqué excitement: so found it puzzles, so captured by general souls,
at replays or musicals: those movie tears, this need to feel literature, this
mental trapeze: at longer emotion, holding tightly, remembering every twinkle:
if but to fly, as winning favor, our dreams so imperfect: at reality pitching
darts, at archery pitching feelings, at souls found in emotion: we let loose,
we chance extraordinary, we fever with a night to redeem….
…we
chance something, this field of trefoils, this interior cave: rearranging
furniture, buffing mirrors, if but one favored reflection: losing feelings,
recapturing sentiments, this strange reality about existence: so tugged by
lights, so there in that crevice, as one observing reactions: stressed a bit,
reliving conversations, or puzzled about internal operations: to rejoice at
times, to find pleasure those wheels, to enjoy company and family and life: to
encapsulate those sentiments, to hold dearly those moments, to adore this deep
exchange: as something calculates, reversed at seconds, while requesting us for
deeper clarity: to share chemistry, as put together, our pieces complimenting
our design…. …it becomes peculiar,
this type of chemistry, for it requires little effort: it separates participants,
where groups harmonize: it becomes easy, as giving so much, while seemingly so
little: those cryptic seconds, those serendipitous times, finding one tracing
eureka: that ink pen, those inked pads, remembering subtle points: to gaze upon
children, to dance so gently, to ask several questions: as meant to live, as
meant to participate, while feeling each reverberation: this higher space, as
more than routine, as more than existence….
…it’s
more than love, this conglomerate of activities, those tangible webs: by
presence a thought, by relished neurons, by ‘transmitter operations: to sense
more, to identify more, to embody attributes: while needing souls, longing for
rehearsals, forming cadence deep as church: such gentle gestures, amused by
something inconsequential, sharing our brain-works: this planet of seconds,
this fixture of promises, this storage room of sentiments: as becoming love,
this gradual undercurrent, such synchronicity—those circles intensifying, such
raving responsibility, while memories have never appeared so evidential: our
morning calls, our evening brunch, our seed-songs blazing into this atmosphere:
present mindfulness, to guide a mistake, to redeem a friend: to tackle
difficulties, to create endearments, to puzzle over something aggravating: this
reaching palm, those open arms, to win with passion: as more than life, as
something deeper than expression, our moments to absorbing silence: this cagey
ambiance, so cautious, so forever….
