…powered
by ten leopards, such by ghosts we castle, at left churns, amused and glinty,
our bodies liquefied: so casual about love, so restricted to boxes, so inclined
to utter corporate love: so mechanic, searching by looseness, adored by ten
leopards: above intentions, below structure, so absolute: needing reflection,
so reflexive this audience, while authors often refer to experience: those star
streams, such Technicolor, so alive in seconds: while found muddy, so dusty our
ethics, where morals seem over-exaggerated: this Levite collar, this slow
beginning, thereinto, this atypical body clenching anxiety: so analogy, so
tortured, to find a second strapping a stranger: tied and remorseful, pleading
and begging, if never to break freedom: such womanly courage, such cuffs and
abandon, while ceiling mirrors display shame: nestled and cuddling, dying while
satiated, so many years, so many women, where one becomes a Priest: such softer
whispers, such a softer Bianca, so tender, well built, giving souls such a
nightmare: so challenged by reality, this perfect reality, this late reality,
where God abused reality: our society needing profanity, our full figured
catastrophes, our knitted little women: so thrust by essence, so encouraged to
pursue, where sophistication becomes an avalanche: so unfurled, staring at
palaces, such amazing physicality: this pictureless master, this caged supreme,
so uncaged and fleeing into glory: our Anthony hearts, our representational
art, while some maniac rolls around upon glass: such grassy intuitions, this
ashy elbow, or one’s beard soaked in fluids: this self-portrait, this casual
image, so intrigued to smell our bodies: those softer scents, this lava
concern, such to summers crying: our wintry casualties, our spring passions, at
fallen majesties: those monocles, this interior message, to sense mirrors
raging at those pictures….
…by
what channel, to become strength, while overwhelmingly vulnerable: to vet
bipolar disorder, to prepare with insight, a man glowing into orbits: by what
collection, our storyboard, our interior storehouses: such images, such
fervent, free, so imprisoned, godlike cadence: as focused but searching, if but
this supreme, if but something worthy of adherence: such hermetic discipline,
such casket exhilaration, such cold, disastrous, heartfelt forests: while
lonely winning, while surfed for scratched and submitting: those blanket
propositions, this false dichotomy, but a person must hold to gravity: knowing
love, abused for love, this boxing match those chains: so slammed into justice,
those wide, loud, wintry courtrooms: so at remarks, so encouraged, where Judges
realize bull-ness: so concerned with aging, so immortal his soul, so relaxed
enough to grimace: this world of maniacs, this world of casualties, agog at
Magog, but worshiping idols: this floored expectation, a soul early morning, to
arrive five tiers into our sun: unflinching control, such exterior conferences,
while another is prone to sever our ropes: so dangerous, but unknowingly, which
permits innocent appeal: at mystique memories, at mind mansions, our millennia
unmentioned: so McCool, so scientific, or so enchanted with fantasy notions:
those potent authorities, this clever losing, while a daughter becomes a better
person: our first ingredient, becomes our second triumphant, so advantaged
surging through memoirs: such bitten nails, such nervous habits, at flights and
feral, so fretted into our futures: furthermore, a terrible fraction, a morbid
equation, at tears with life, gnawing upon dragonflies: our decadent,
delectable, detestable charts: our cleaving for clutching for releasing souls:
our cemented abstracts, our secret understandings, while inclined to resist a
notion two quarters a fountain: as flung for abused, or abused now winning,
while relaxation rarely finds an active mind: such concentration, such knee
deep mud, while Love knows such fertility: this full destination, this flavored
detonation, such fervent, flying dormancy….
