…an iron mask, or
sensual alienation, so close to something detached from existence: such facial
evidence, such physiognomy, our blessed, hive-built condemnation: at rebuilt
desire, at something incredible, even, therein, at loving cries: so resisted,
so alphabetical, so opened but closed to it: while kicking pebbles, or gripping
grass, roundabout such interior belief: welcome to live, but rules are partial,
while alike to peers: such individuals, why imploring senses, so bathed, so
baptized, or similar to another’s mistakes: […] I lost, Autumn—retrieved in
mud, washed gently and flung into college: such see-through venom, such rich
acid, as metal melts: at musicality, so flowery, nay, such a drag: another
clove, another tense, another pressure: so simple with life, those invisible
people, our 9 to 5, our home-life, our perfect universe: where others are
pushed, and others are damaged, and others in Jeremiah’s pit: at alien
cartoons, stumbling upon black faces, remembered but placed in parentheses: so
charged to examine, so rusty at pretenses, or so angry at pure willfulness: Listen more, suggest attentiveness, reside
in wisdom: those serious tenets, this serious disposition, so found, so
rejected, and too with flowing leaves: […] as it becomes human, it wrestles
with Frankenstein, so hideous, or so beautiful, but unnoticed clearly: those
frolicking years, our honest mirrors, our deceitful mirrors, so challenged to
ignore pride: this lovely palm, those torn palms, while Love is collecting
nails: rebuilt and studied, at something seemingly casual, while souls are
fitting us into boxes: such private
entertainment, slots filled with animation, in angular sequences prone to
respond: or cast to oblivion, settled as non-cooperative, where insecurities
are inverted: but many play chess, losing for winning, stepping into
situations: as extended members, living an unsteady reality, so filled with
angst, so enlove with mentors: this gym environment, or those yoga classes,
while we must interact to exist: our bodily language, our receptive airs, at
tales but unsold—this magnet existence, those perfect curves, while realizing faith
in brevity: to have such experience, to enjoy this using sensation, while torn
for thrown and landing into socialization: […] our souls debating, over
climatic storms, while life elsewhere is paused: such revving emotion, while
becoming detached, our minds responsible for our hearts: those rooted chasms,
this overture of passion, so removed, but everso close, if but this last
reality…! …re-space this nightmare,
re-glen those landscapes, at Pythagoras this human diagram: (so partial to
souls, avoiding what tingles, while many need such stimulation: this reaching
man, over a short conversation, I see two kids, a nice home, and distance
creating a sense of apathy): too young to exist, too old to live, or too
persistent to outlive our changeable seconds: too geared to die, too honest to
pretend, while we need dishonesty: this world of make-believe, as entering into
brevity, while characters combined over multiple experiences: such
complication, as desiring to feel, thus, desiring a modicum of deaths: our bodies,
plus, pain, our verbal exaggerations, plus, unreality, and such closeness
through feeling uniformed: […] so heart filled, so delighted, or such a
parachute: she never touched gravel, until gravel became human, such silence
our rooms so decorated by reasons: so reach us,
or pine in clubs, so afraid, so needy, while participating at angst: this
lying soul, this secret dilemma, so pleased to present such an aura: our carved
walls, our sky-fans, our melting concrete: so left at turns, looking for right at
churns, another person, or maybe too resistant: such entrenching dialogue, such
familiar marsh, our mayflies speaking Vietnamese: so Asian in wisdom, so
African at rites, so Europe at literature: this Egyptian spirit, this dragon
fire, our souls so addicted to our waves: so thankful for Autumn, so alive in
Disney, while life is passed off through Mickey Mouse: a pail of dolls, a
cedarchest of Legos, or a tale of three unfamiliar cartoons: […] this fretful
lagoon, our complicated necessities, accompanied by false illustrations: such
life to survivors, this modicum at existence, so threshed, so relaxed, so
obedient to love: those sincere pains, those deeper panthers, this cat-war,
this lion spiritual: those fiery souls, such receptive spines, holding to lights
and diamonds even insistence: those palm held souls, those remote islands, so
curious, so dependent, so interrupted by existence: those fear-fed demolishers,
so structured with time, so insync, so demanding, at Love as if a miracle: those
rolling eyes, those tight sweats, those muscular calves: so attuned to moods,
both over a nightmare, so triggered, so angry, melting with compassion….
