…so tier
indwelling, our parachute for souls, as found and abandoned: this miracle
curse, this private haven, this private dynasty: so lost with pain, so secluded
as mystic, or favorites at love delighted: those old hermits, this interior
foundation, while torn deeply asunder: this child I see, as seeing myself,
where beauty seems felonious: such captured agility, such wind-breakage, thrown
for aborted: this canister with trash, unlike our sins, while forgiven
repeating our rituals: so divested, peering into Christ, our eyes moist with
passion: as dead for centuries, or alive for new-beginnings, threshed for
floored our ears churning: (to sense you, this combative soul, if but to get-away
from islands): our crucial climate, our casual spells, while invested in
projects: this interior haunt, this band of wolves, this country of coyotes: if
but to apologize, as lips kiss skies, where apologies seem futile: as deep
Christians, forgiving a few, or longing to cast souls to flaming ice: this zero
man, this heroine woman, while souls are burning: at terrific cadence, fighting
trenchant rain, thrust for damaged forced to act as if: this web of rhinestones, this interior Cornerstone, or
more, this cliff so near to something pitiful: at knives mentally, at taekwondo
spiritually, at Tao internally: this irrespective pain, this heart-throbbing
melancholy, those persons analyzing but so restricted: experience vs. book
learning; trenchant insight vs. osmosis; or deep cadence vs. a nearby
understanding: as fled his mind, those years to dungeons, for mother worked
havoc: this tale he told, this woman he saw, where psychoses seemed attractive:
those few creatures, dying where life starts, or starting where life ends: our
ruthless Digest, unlike but like
insanity, or constant media surprises: so cursed for existence, so deep in
attraction, where it feels better with plain language: our feuds, Love, this
tragic lose, Love, but time is resilient, Love….
I
feel seduced, this wealth of scissors, this gnawing into fibers: I refrain a
notch, stuck for feelings, while Love seats a heartbeat: such achy passion,
afforded a leaky faucet, at facets and diamonds longing for this ruin: (to take
existence, at furious fires, such flame and coal, (such chaos and conviction):
to kill science, to remove religion, to life as a pure disaster: with nothing
good, as lives darkness, a man seized by destruction: as but to forgive,
captured by more disgusts, while gentle upon a gust of ginger: this woman
loving, this fool watching, this message a bit too underrated: to dog our
senses, thrashed off of liquor, or bent upon a vine those curtains: if but to
live, if but to die, while Love assisted with treasures: such personality, such
gentle banter, such insistence upon a long journey): our souls at love-shops,
our minds deciphering something intangible, our palms put to reality: as
kneading filth, or baking honesty, as confused some are making life: our welkin
treacheries, to want Love with death’s infatuation, while Love needs anything
breathing: this all night high-zone, this amazing triad, where Love embraced
for faced with actuality: our guts frowning, our brains missing something
crucial, while at Love with pure anger or compassion: this thing person’s
ignite, to want for beauty, to freeze out ugliness: (at deep pain, at
treacherous sorrow, at deep despair): those athletic eyes, those stinky
sentences, a man’s need to fall for a perfect woman: this flighty saying, this
anchored ship, where Love needed pure expression.
