…deep
mystic rain, or mystic soil, at mystic roses: so patient, so deceased, at
treasuries and diamonds, fretting miracles: to relive essence, such ousia, so hurt, so battled, seeing
pictures: this casual drive, this casual stranger, or spent looking down upon
carpet: this daughter florist, those aching determinations, at flights seated
in stillness: such maya ditches, such
friendly deception, at laws written in ghetto ink: our beating hearts, this
trombone spirit, as attracted to mere a thought: communicating silence, leaking
into caves, or dazed for removed singing in Spanish: a youngling, so misguided,
but walking this shadow: such wrenching inclination, such priestly appetites,
at mirrors vowing something unsteady: hitherto, a bit nervous, a bit unleveled,
gazing at thermostats: if but such grace, alive this plebian, while steep in
passion: but Love is riches, and Love is science, and Love needs a fantasy:
those plural hats, those in-home carnivals, our wigs and pomp, our tears and
laughter—to perish running, to look and see palms, or awakened to cold
remedies: such marrow intensity, or mystic sorrow, at something too
unbelievable….
…it
becomes hectic, while listening to fears, while negotiating casual responses: a
spirit inlet, a warrior’s casket, while sipping mystic juice: our guts sunlit,
our grit unfolding, our years speaking in mortalities:
to vanish at moments, to reappear at seconds, to re-polish our interior
forests: it becomes an anthem, reliving scars, or checking in with this inner
person: so banished and dislodged, born a bastard, this unsteady, unpacked
passage: (lost at seconds, sensing something terrific, disputing whether we
deceive ourselves: this long rising, this cursed insistence, where ideas become
travesty): debating our arts, this realism participation, arranged as one offcourse:
so sick with honesty, so caught in webs, where a man dug a ditch and fell into
a cave: bottomless mistakes, fueled forever, or infected dogwood: this terrible
reality, those favorite entrees, while it becomes science to desist….
...we
manage sorely, enjoying our hobbies, embedded in our laws: so much said, as so
much before, where we distinguish human behavior: a person so cold, shunning
existence, enrooted in detriments: this wilderness of nets, our habits
unsustainable, eventually, our core self emerges: such deep seeds, where one
works decades, in order to partially remodel personality: mental tactics, if
but to survive, where one repeats a line over a million times: such church
life, pacing by instruction, soon selected for confession: such cosmic reality, such express mantras, so mystic, peering at this rustic scenery: to float a
feeling, to ask for unlimited access, while uncertain of that request….
…it requires
a great deal, as becoming human-hood, attempting to sing louder: such as
eloping to dangers, or needing a parachute, where onlookers are urging us to
leap: this show by demonstration, our interior conscience, while something is
vying for destruction: those world-charms, those lively minutes, or days to one
tear: our unbound compass, our furnace for refinement, but we arrive with such
luggage: thus, this new being, this
embarrassing backpack, such spiritual graffiti: while reality sheds gravel, while
eyes are opened, but such and such reminds us of folly: at several patches,
upon a mystic sparrow, while listening to grackles: those deeper islands, those
uphill estuaries, or pudding with mudslides: looking for evidence, afforded new
habits, while decades speak volumes: a stranger in his mirror, a flagon for
composure, or silenced by deep rooted anxiety: those seaquake hearts, those
moonquake mountains, where sages suggest we discern our times….
