…modified
moods, semi-disappointments, so allergic to touch, such dharma, such samsara, while
it feels bad to seek nirvana: our
allegory, our charms, this center, this point, this casual assassination: his
eyes, his thoughts, this deep interruption: such conflict, while leasing another human, so alert in minds speaking
poetry: searching epitomes, searching epigraphs, but too indignant to supplant
another’s work: this original man, this climatic soul, while so low it aches to
inhale: searching internal fields, associating mood behavior, so condemned for
uttering a one-to-one correlation: pondering our escapes, pondering this
fiction, so broken, so hypnotized, needing something esoteric: to embody this
language, to become this mysticism, to adore something feeble with breath: this
losing war, this interior duhkha, while
believing in deva Tropicana(s): this
fire so ramped, this woman so clear, where clarity becomes thoughts: our deep
complaint, while looking at persons, to realize this feeling is partial: at
mental terrace, leaping into sulfur, as if Love adored a dying man: so
distressed, so inflamed, while Love is oblivious to winter’s grains: such
sipping, such disaster, while one calmly endures a woman’s nonchalance: this
needy man, our needy ways, while comfort comes with neediness: at balconies
musing, at patios barbequing, or at parks sensing something fabricated: at
terror wars, so enlove with women, so charmed by graces: this complex conglomerate,
this multifaceted machine, or this feeling enterprise: where mother was an
offshoot, this dynamic theme, where something senseless pursues alchemic
fancies.
…so
incredible livings, such dramatic ironies, where I wish to suggest more than
movies: at blood purple mistakes, so enchanted with perfection, while perceived
as one losing: this degree machine, this tender pain, at flowers and leaves a
bit pensively: such futuristic/historical karma,
where something curses genealogy, and something follows actions, while
something redeems after years by turmoil: those glinty eyes, this glinty
dramatical, so cured in sufferings: our traumatic sores, this cut in genetics,
so sliced, so removed, so deceased: our metabolic, caloric intakes, this frying
community, this scientific definition: so charged with worship, so needy to
entities, while childhood addicts a vessel to something semi-explained: such vajrayana calamities, such warrior Brahmans, at priests and physical
forces, so inclined to reschedule Divinity: our brains attached, needing those
first few years, while growth might prove its separations: at core conflict, or such a motif, while thrown
into irony: our expectant personalities, this thing called with diligence,
while remote feelings lay in abandonments: such wreckage, such reborn
resistance, such penance and ecliptic curiosity: this treacherous villain, this
mountainous urge, such yogic pressure:
as raja souls, meditating
relentlessly, to happen upon a Bhakti warrior:
those sensations, looking at one’s everything, while sentenced to chance a
terrific lose: at prints to winds, at glens to tragedy, so impossibly edged
towards trespass!
…so much in minds, to feel such attraction, to
imagine that two can beat odds: to imagine forsaken life, in honor of dying, to
envelope a world into two people: that tragic attachment, those tragic joys,
this tragic happiness: to seclude and be free, this dying in dungeons, to adore
God for such happenstance: this reckless, buoyant, intoxicant: this half ass
person, so bent, so trampled, so indebted to self-knowledge: such endless courage, such remarkable episodes, at
deacons and bishops conveying our total disobedience: to worship our nests, to
worship our souls, to kneel in prayer to something living as humans: such exaggeration,
such secret livings, so captured, so distraught, so charged as thunder enters
our women: moreover, a curse, to need this deeply, as two become homeopathic:
this guarana woman, this ginkgo man, at purpose destroyed and looking into
unforgiveness: so allegorical, such an allusion, so actively Jerusalem: our
Benjamin instincts, our Judah warfare, as living, instinctive machinery
Levites: this scene so clouded, this mixture so revved, this woman so in his
marrow: to desire foreshadowing(s), to look for something not coming, to settle
into a complaisance life: so weblike, such a snake, while dragons are running
for courage: those beige balloons, this monster repentant, or fatiguing a blue
angular moon: at needs for rebirth, so casual a star, while Love ached for
minutes: this gunning soil, this heart-trench-coat, so declined, so captive, at
campfire negotiating with pash!
