…so many oceans, so
masochistic, or such this need for existence: haywire feelings, internal
excuses, while love runs naked: so abased, so dejected, or too proud to flip
coins: pitching Eternity, observing clocks, at images, convoluted by jewelry,
so attuned to treasures:
…we cleave to emotion, such
devastating converse, rebooted for minutes: rethreading software, re-knitting
murals, and so apologetic about our windfalls: at strange places, observing
ambience, re-utilizing our souls: so spacial, Love, sensing remedy, at war with
sadism: so unconditional, such flying adults, while life has become heavy:
those private doors, those private reasons, our logic, our hearts, and such
abilities to suffer: this windy curse, knocking at minds, our puddles, our earth,
our grout and mortar: so alert to living, so ashamed of living, so playful, and
suddenly serious: this havoc web, those redeemed angers, so alive in misery….
I doubt existence,
akin to Descartes, or rummaging thoughts—to sense persistence, while ungluing
reality, in this mixture of perceptions: such fairer beauty, something human,
something humane: at glory musing, to observe consistency, where tragedy has
redeemed us: those garden trails,
those language trees, at something too esteemed to purchase: deep rejuvenation,
after wrenching damages, so destroyed in order to exist: so proud of life, so
sickened by life, or realizing such vulnerability: this link in chimes, this
tale about Conception, or tussling
with ghostly seeds: our natural inhibitions, our revving cries, so explosive,
so shadowed, while eloping with sentimentality: this casual creature, so
attuned to our pendulums, or readjusting our monocles: indeed, fairer flights,
frantic assessments, and flippant winds:
…those kindling charms, so erased
to me, while senses are re-captured: listening to magic, so evolved in time,
restructured by a sudden fire: analyzing interior, consulting invisibility,
while reality resonates: this cloud picture, or those cloud cameras, so
restricted, but so enchanting, while souls are furious with pleasures: our drier
weather, our wet pavements, such rain, such humidity: at foreign faces, thought
in feral dreams, at cages but feeling unlocked….
…sing
with me, our broken voices, our forgetful reigns: skydance, Love, so free to
fly, at something transcendental: those treasured waves, this treasured
hypotheses, so moved within, and terrified, thereby: our repenting sighs, our
mystic enhancements, our smelly bodies: at something special, recreated with
musicals, at rivers and dens and caves: so muddy, so petrified, our
intellectual placebos: determined to soar, determined to outdo odds, at
plaintiff survival: effaced but doubting, piecing letters, reviewing our
answers: mathematical sacrifice, or appealing, complicated souls: searching for
magic, relocated by perception, or so lost to fantasy: hither, this life,
surrendering to us-ness, so captured,
so concerned, and ignoring trepidation….
…at somewhere
incredible, our operative souls, our silent wilderness: to glance softly, at
palms and stars, to sense something clutched and steady: our dirty mists, our
dusky eyes, so safe in nausea: as losing texture, unsettled by composure, so
strong in our surrender: sky-portraits, revived irony, or jesting over satire: those green apples, this desert by
Ambrosia, so scented, so salacious: our awakened sensitivities, our crazed
existence, announcing such security: at plums and peaches, so intolerant of
doubt, pushed for tugged and demanding sensation: this hebetated land, or this
sensual island, while running as babes in woods: such captivity, those birds in
paradise, so calm by submission: pleasured by existence, redeemed by
insistence, at this interior clarinet: symbols racing, seraphim delighted, and
cherubs ecstatic: this penchant dream, our faces replenished, our youth
becoming sophisticated battles: such fleeing resistance, such achy cries, if
but to re-exist as planets: so close in panic, so recited in tales, our new
selves rereading Deuteronomy: so free to live, at smidgen deaths, while
encapsulated by redemption: so apocalyptic, so devastated, awakened by music….
