We wrestle motion,
this interior fountain, our continuous observations: at jackal essence,
tussling with turquoise, so keen, so vigil, and depleting existence: our casual
highs, our latent lows, at existential liturgies: such soft cadence, such
sporadic woes, so catchy, so tugged, or so attracted: at barely a glance,
chancing existence, so pure those seconds, so impatient our moments: those
fluttering emotions, this decadent feather, at eyes or torments or forgiveness:
this human enterprise, our deadly moods, so appalled by feelings: a dragon’s
kiln, a snake’s loyalty, so imaginative, so realized, while scribbling in dark
ink: as texture changes, as ink runs, our nibs exploding: such agitation, over
something minor, slamming a palm filled with vitamins: those silent, secretive
assessments, while leaked into our public square, or such irritating
encounters: such dormant spiders, so exiled to skies, as obedient creatures:
those flustered rivers, this inner city, those meditative traffic lights: our
sandy oceans, our apostolic warfare, or those shoebill gazes: accustomed to
oddities, fueled by existence, such radiant, semi-extension personalities: our
axioms giggling, our absolute fruits, or this raging trombone: at regular
meals, eating regular salads, so meshed, so ecstatic, or desiring something
akin to motion: those liquid eyes, our liquid converse, so tender, so moist,
approaching a dry molehill: those terrors, those blank thoughts, at life, at
curses, at aloneness.
…it senses our
whirlpools, this mental language, our reactions determined by defenses: to
believe those stories, our moving lights, while realizing such susceptibility:
our moving meadows, our deep forests, while losing count of majestic trees: our
souls by fires, our predicament by existence, or entire lives concerned with
our condition: those star-lights,
this river bulb, so curious and captured
by adventure: to extend this passage, to cure our meats, to slice into a given
interaction: those dark, murky rooms, those interior, brilliant colors, at
something giving its delusion: or so ravished, found in truths, where two are
adult honesty: those intricate creatures, with mother’s features and father’s
limbs: so sung into life, so challenged by concerns, at such forward glances:
so paranormal seconds, such Paraclete incentives, our dragon minds, our cosmic
children, their tiger instincts: so alive those jewels, so delicate by
permission, while longing to mimic behavior….
…what
for those grays, this valley needing courage, so unfastened at uncritical
moments: those hallway caves, this trembling presence, such depth, such
horizon, or pure overflow: at brighter wishes, entwined by webs, so casual,
looking into something ambivalent: such dependable chaos, such inscrutable
measures, by walls, deep deserts, or myriad confusion: so crowded, so pensive,
at this craving need for deliverance: while never at thoughts, this normal
exchange, or angry with God: those tender emblems, this tender piano, this
reluctant voice: to share a secret, concerning this author: I possess
shortcomings: so involved with this, or so captured by that, while missing
those in-between occurrences: at treasured desires, wishing for such by
rescues, while interests are increasing rapidly: such waning delights, such
curious creatures, while true relationship wears over a thousand hats: this
getting into, this psychic adventure, this soul excavation: such idyllic
ecstasy, such erumpent agonies, or candles set atop violins….
…so
absorbed by ponds, while feeding geese, a bit touched by simplicity: our chased
dreams, our metaphysical screams, so screened, so imperfect, but so adored:
pitching coins, repainting dice, remodeling character—this field of dynamite,
this mid-sky mime, or this persona intruding unto interruption: so taught by
behavior, so instinctive with replies, or far too contemplative: as made into
observation, so believed in instances, while realizing our shortcomings: or
simplistic intuition, to charter our paths, to champion our stereotypes: as
kids run gallantly, as daughters gossip fervently, as young men negotiate
interior tugs: this song through daylight, those antiquitous concerns, seeming
so inconsequential: those majestic emotions, those mystical feelings, searching
into our godlike essence….
