…so
extravagant those grays, our facial representatives, so alone or saturated by
something gray: this churning element, those tales for souls, so sought by an
interior lieutenant: wrestling maya, such
profound illusion, seated three cedars into our forests: while rain trickles,
or daughters converse, our crème and syrup: hitherto, this deep concentration,
rereading old notes, so destined to overwhelm: our bluest sunshine, our tender
inconvenience, so attracted to something running: our cordial eyes, our mean
spurts, our deliberate divisions: so calculated, such a marigold, our apish
descendents: those gorilla charms, those lemur antennas, so comfortable with
indecision: at ruby/algae lakes, or lost in mental lagoons, while rereading
certain sensations: our courage to lose, our loses winning, at casual
exchanges: those nice outfits, such business attire, so gifted, so curt, so
dismissive: perfected to protect, replaced and gathering, so spacial a
particular concern: as but in reason, as
torn by logic, so increased where
others are waning: this field of pictures, this wealth of knowledge, at such medieval mystics: this cave in time, such soggy, sodden soil, so
reversed, while pertinent information lingers in dimensions: our animal
essence, those cryptic pheromones,
so ecstatic with
passion, so charged with lies, as lost, concerned, and puffing nicotine: to die
in us, to relive in us, so desperate for freedom, so alert
in rhinestones, while incumbent this feeling pain possesses: to say so little,
to remove such salience, at deep intuitive seconds: those fairer cries, those
repentant woes, so wilted by existence, so enflamed with mystery: such awe with
fevers, such darkness those gems, while
purely at war concerning probabilities: those deductive proofs, this axiom
madness, while one dismisses chemistry: this need for passion, this aggressive
principle, so separated from experience: such alienation, so green and orange
and purple and cyan: this aching reality, while underprepared, where some are
so saturated with wisdom: those reading machines, those quickened wits, or this
elegance in particular deaths….
…love
becomes messages, our neurotransmitters, where children speak to such love: our
children give seasons, as needed to persist, while we point at our love-vine:
otherwise, prior to orgasm, or near after orgasm, becomes a scientific
approach: but familiarity bleeds, coloring our sinuses, where a gentle hug
becomes us: to share this brief
exchange, to fight for authentication, while so tugged by insecurities: such
wisdom woes, such increased silence, or pertinent knowledge-pains: our scholars surfing, our alley-men screeching,
our oarsmen slighted by contention: such black/white resistance, such forces at
war, while something disdained becomes our future: at potent feelings, a daisy
midair, so portrait ready for catastrophes—this deep expansion, this Martial
Art, so realized as if Love has redeemed us:
as knowing for ousia, this cataphatic address, where an Adored One
is so prepared for battle: such recruitment, as needing this machine, such as
losing our psychiatry: this new, relentless shadow, this person’s hunches, this
rewound clock: to maintain distance, for nothing is quite reality, while over
three decades speaks to something called by love: this misnomer, this chemical
effect, while neurotransmitters speak incandescence: as captured in seconds, to
feel something falling, where a stranger looks over and smiles: such needs to
have her, such requests to unleash us, while
One is vying for his linchpin: so unlatched and gunning, so released and
captured, or so at tears staring into Divinity: our Bhakti increments, our rajah frustrations,
so attuned to denoting love….
