...so mystic, such
afflatus, such musicality—as built for impassivity, or craving violently, such
vehemence, such nonchalance: such contradiction, an oxymoronic paradox, a
parachute three miles to earth: so enlove, so afar a riddle, so deeply
intuitive: as cursed but breathing, as healed but bleeding, so happy but sad:
our casual fixation, our remote silence, to nudge, knock, and sin: those
ripples, those rivulets, this revving, internal, born again sensation: to possess something effective, to relive youths,
as dead but alive so sick and starched: if but mystic palaces, or mystic
castles, this interior agony: so close to Father, so at war with Mother, but
silence and violence and parlance: those secretive lights, those prickly hairs,
so soft, so supple, and God has sinned: those blank gazes, as pure
consciousness, so addictive, so strong about ass to differences: those kisses,
this lark, at songbirds singing indifferences: such babble, so flight, so at
cadence, so afar a dream: to imagine perfection, to locate perfection, to sense
a subtle gateway: this lake, Love, those geese, Love, so impermanent, so
casual, such concrete, mayhem and destiny, Love: our mystic arcs, our florid
machines, so interior, so external, such private public affairs: those few
indebted, this breath coveted, at blots and eczema and never so delighted: our
nerve-endings, our rashes bleeding, our brains wreaking magic: as cursed
survivors, such a beige moon, so devastated and senseless: those critics, those
movies, as played perfectly: those ancient cinemas, those ancient paradigms,
while women strive for perfection: this title looming, this interior library,
at dusty, dusky tomes: to sense something magical, to realize humans, while
interested enough to plan: that slight pause, those fatality walls, while a man
dies for certain wombs: our talkative selves, our freelance arts, while
introverted becoming so inventive: as born extroverts, or lascivious nuns, to
beat a drum, laugh, and fall apart in repentance: so nice, so pliable, so delicate,
such a variable: at war, Love, so indebted, Love, at pure agonies, Love…. …twinkles, droplets, fashion, bags, and
ceiling trash: such silky, obedient, full dawn deception: as needing belief, as
so strategized, where we sudden upon this need: so insync, so salient, or such
an undercurrent: so filled, so energized, at such weblike cadence: our
dreadlocks, our weblocks, at this terrible impasse: to feel disgusted, but ever
this need, while cringing his touch: or at paranoid thoughts, to confess such truisms,
while one wars our interior trains: at monopolies inter-souls, or paradise
havoc-spirits, while headed to anxieties: this homecoming reward, those first
few lines, while so naked, so impure, or taught to abhor our bodies: this
writing sensation, this fatality castle, this mystic water-ski: so aloof, so
enchanted, so lethal: at burgundy blue ribbons, such a soft scent, so rented
interior: our bolts, while unscrewed, at something bringing orgasmic
waterfalls: this black haven, this black catastrophe, while so enlove hating
our partners: that rush, this fight, as torn for pulled yearning for breath: to
remove life, to feel aggression, to realize this perfectly normal psychology:
after years of indifference, to become this creature, while psychs are exclaiming
something abnormal….
…sandbox epiphanies,
or salient currents, as so electric, so forced, such to breaths: this candent
woman, this infiltration, while warmth a particular silence: as snuck into
fire, or serious a delusion, to maintain as something impersonal: ignoring this
anthem, painting this mural, looking deeply into her genre: at mesto passions, a private duet, while
afraid to underperform: indeed, so sickening, such remorse, as a theological
flight-zone: to posses inclination, to lament Jesus, while serenading by harps:
this mystic yogi, this mystic pain, or at something encouraged to re-rent
intelligence: this blue azure, those falling exospheres, at something beginning
as esoteric: to encourage spirits, to flee tangibility, while agonizing over
possibility: so vulnerable, so exterior, as so mean men walk north: our church
organs, our church feelings, our psychologists priests: if but to give, as but
to perish, so forward, so delighted, so young, or too sophisticated to give a
damn….
I grieve us, enlove with us, so terribly afraid of us:
those blanket nouns, this furious dilemma, our wild kosher river: our
leopard spots, our unchanged changeable irony, or this swan-work, ecstatic: at
lapwings, or country cities, about crazy over snow monkeys: such delicate,
vicious, maniacal creatures—or so intricate, so intelligent, such maneuvers to
survive: those volcanic waters, our volcanic highs, at passion, but reviewed
for longevity: this icy forest, melting to a smile, plus, infatuated with promise:
as knowing our worth, this feudal discipline, to gaze into another person: this
frequent habit, while attempting this enterprise, at something special after a
long day: this nice creature, our midnight conversation, or sensing pure
urgency. …to live this existence, to
gather articles, while so steep in ritual: this hell valley, those tender
mistakes, or a woman too attractive to straightly cry: this frenzy with
fidelity, after reading nature, so transfixed: those times for love, those
times for psychiatry, this laugh, this pain, at blue black sunshine: to rival
life, to compete with strangers, as becoming everything he isn’t: his obvious
laughs, while feeling insecure, where a person wears a person as one wears
flesh: so deep in our brains, so steep at concerns, where a partner becomes a
parent: so indebted, so at skies, or feeling something foreign: poetic justice,
poetic license, at prosaic orange and red leaves: so cautious, so involved, so
bewitched—or lacking interests, while flooded by interests, at mystic maniacs
and chestnuts: to die this flavor, or live this newness, as needing
provocation: those maple buds, this apple tulip, at a bed flavored in
friendship: our Smith's reality, our blackness writhing, so in this world of
passerby(s): if but to adore one, as fixed through eternity, while Love aches
our greetings…!
