We
audit feelings, attempting to redeem feelings, at something controversial: our
first hunch, our interior heart-gut, this flipping, rearranging, instructive
thump: to adore unseen, to rent a bride, to request a dowry: such examination,
our mental cramps, our feline magistrates: so deep in madness, such spacial
ingestion, while bodies behave contrary to intelligence: those seeping
feelings, unconcerned with reason, yanking for preventing full escape: those
remarkable flowers, those outlandish petals, or soul-eyes garnering leaves: as
machines intensely, this in-for-out routine, our softly scented comforters: our
aches with time, our commitments with rain, while it felt good to hug: our
inquisitive selves, our friendly fury, or those quite intelligent overseers: to
study a situation, to sense a hunch, or to probe a bit detracted by answers:
those full moons, those friendly stars, while accursed by something
generational: those ghetto hives, this slight rash, or emotion breaking its
flesh: at days with malaise, sensing commonality, while so distant it scars: as
revived souls, or determined spirits, to appear in phantom-arms: our perusal of
diamonds, to have such control, while needing someone’s membership: those tales
about life, our fallen misfortune, our dreams structured by kindness: those
gentle souls, those gentle extractions, while one is agitated by answers:
omission of words, or curses through information, where one pines softly: this
island of fantasies, those replies so absent, while one speaks failing to
include togetherness.
I’ve
interrogated forgiveness, our souls taken by violence, while forgetting seems
incredible: our firm empire, as taught to fledglings, while we negotiate our
status: to teach firsthand, while distracting rules, while our worlds turn: but
life has meaning, while debating those pillars, finding family a core
principle: at pearls debating, at miracles sipping, alive for honored by Love: this mutual exchange, this
confirmation, where another person affirms our worth: to sing with
harps, to remove arrows, to unplug arteries: such life with insights, but never
giving utterance, where realities seem to influence: those above feelings, this
euphoric atmosphere, while others are suspended: to know for curses, while living simplicity, where
unexamined goodness stirs a chaotic
universe: at seconds through discourse, looking for ownership, or better, one
to forgive every infraction: or threshed by concerns, so engrossed in goodness, while carrying this universe: our moral
concerns, our moral agents, where soil is meant for cultivating.
Something
nudges honor, fields of jasper grass, clumps of sediments: such inborn
feelings, so many wavering colors, finding it impossible to deceive interior
logic: so seldom we vacate, this ocean of flutes, until, we renegotiate our
habits: those circles of madness, those cosmic schematics, our tender
vibrations: to return by love, our scruples intact, our needs overwhelming our
instincts: those fervent skies, those interior audits, while carrying childhood
memories.
So
emphatic with distance, so at war mentally, while becoming insistent: those
campfire remarks, this pool of insights, where moments seep into cloudy palms:
sudden upon a switch, this upsurge of energy, those pure, deeply beautiful,
overt overtures: as irrigated humans, becoming iridescent jewels, while
restructuring architecture: those sacred haystacks, while finding our needles,
those keepsake trinkets: to divide turmoil, into itty-bitty parts, affirming
this need for instruction: so alive through webs, so rehearsed in negativity,
while tugged by legitimate emotion: our deeper audits, our brain-light
apocalyptic, while learning to trust our spiritual garden: this want, nay, need
for certitude, wrestling vicissitudes, so amazed by rectitude fire.
