Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Nausea & Grass


…it becomes complicated, rivaling simultaneous feelings, overthrown by silence: an undercurrent, by something instinctive, or becoming sorrow: seeming restraints, unseemly gates, so furious, so raveled as ferocious: our days as internal, our wings with cuffs, while soreness becomes friendly: such heart-ribs, fleeing into blackholes, so close, so peaceful, contained by earthquakes: this life of leaves, this curious wind, so enthralled, so captured, but so free: internal whispers, external happenstance, where reality is more than perception: this imposing force, this curse by men, unwrapped, sautéed, and given to invisibility: our running souls, our avalanche in space, our currents enveloping into violence: courted for sport, our jester at tears, our clowns intoxicated: such blueness, such fire aches, so secluded in this crowded universe: those speaking closets, this pool of skeletons, as one facing existence: something uncanny, or something reborn, or unchained, with a slant for ultimate destruction….

…something stares at me, inverted into cosmos, restored in super-intelligence: at superb awareness, so infiltrated by consciousness, at upside-down rivers, meshed into aurous: by damaged glory, or encaged sounds, rooted in something innocent: at interior warfare, or melancholic air, so steep in this steep-less transcension: closer in dominions, skipping spaces, or removed from absolute existence: this chasm in souls, this endless desire, while existence becomes this vacuum: so much fire, so much water, while life is trying to intervene: this interior ghost, this Hulk controversy, this Thor lightning: so lost at moments, beauty as dynamite, our minds outracing our awareness: so far from self, so attuned to self, while wrestling internal mirrors: they revolve in circles, afloat this hemisphere, while reflecting multiple dimensions: this world of diamonds, this world snatched away, so grim, so reaper, so seductive….

…we sew love, looking into meadows, absorbed in such agony: our minds becoming lights, our determination flustered, so close to something suggestive: our cores at memories, our intestines flickering images, or so near to a complete experience: this part ways life, this outrageous quietude, so noisy, so distressed, or cleaving to endless winds: at gravity, or suspended at life, engraved, afire, at something quite regular: savored souls, released into atmospheres, battling upon jagged steps: immortal plants, immortal withdraws, seized and surrendered, at something devastating: those muscular clouds, this falling exosphere, so delighted about love: such held existence, so fueled by ecstasy, destroyed, rebuilt, and given to redemption….     

…those hours longing, those skies churning, such fire and rain while earth was frustrated: at intimate soil, at intimate cadence, so edgy, too concerned, or so anxious: cosmic films, this shared experience, so close through indicative behaviors: wandering wilderness, galloping decisions, so indebted to foxes: cataclysmic stars, reborn sentiments, while flustered about thunder: our minds apparent, our shadows mingling, and given to this portal: ten foot wolves, or eight mile pensiveness, so realized, so embraced: those membrance cycles, relieved at one breath, knitted into something watching: such daybreak, our dawn prayer, our late night tea: those twinges, this branch, our final feuds….

…we shall disappear, we shall leave a legacy, we shall presume as spirits: our boxes with momentums, our antique jewelry, our reassumed consciousness: our remarkable seeds, this remarkable flavor, while indebted to awareness: this intruding creature, this fervent cyclone, presumed as presence: such keen deduction, if this than that, while instruments measure energies: our deeper debates, our open horizon, our imaginative abilities: if but to explain, in creative terms, while such language is captured by mind-cinemas: this long running movie, so silent at times, too vocal to contain: a baby’s chuckle, a cat’s movements, a puppy’s bark: so inclined to investigate, so removed from findings, at terrors to elucidate something uncanny….

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