…let us start again,
so very sensitive, so fiery delicate: this melting sky, this invisible
creature, plus, your mural upon gut-phones: such thorough lessons, such
involved dejection, so pulled, so cold, reviewing curriculum: it seemed kosher,
it revealed chaos, where minds cross quantum physics: so laced, so early, such
intoxicants: so slow, so gentle, so sudden, plus, frantic: thus, we live, so
soon we die, so high but lucid: those pavements, those sidewalks, at something
taking it meanings: interior locution, mental orators, or voiceprints so
allergenic—this talkative moon, this distant sun, while miracles seem
indifferent: thereinto, such casual vengeance, so hurt, so reserved, while
putting lives in layaway: subtle installments, at ever a plea, where humans
spend years proving worthiness:
…those birds
whistling, this ape mentality, to grip and grab and gamble: moods shifting,
eyes attuned, to receive this essence sought after: our souls fleeing, our
bodies in stillness, at something too afire for specialties: so flippant, at a
small dolphin, but afraid to swim: such hobby and breath, such earth-opening
dilemmas, involved in fantasies: possession, plus, dice, while introducing so
hands-on: as eyes shift, as time becomes aggressive, holding for failing:
running from instincts, so casual with shame, so dissolved in something
pleasing: steep and thinking, searching for mental elevators, so actual and
driven….
…so melodic, so disturbed, so
sweet, pleading something hurried: if but to exist, if but to paddle, so
estranged from life, feeling so awkward: at red skies, or orange auras, so
pulled into something: those languishing responses, those respectful gestures,
or this wrenching concern concerning magic: needing better, if but a thief, our
temples suffering violence: but come so quickly, and die so bravely, while angled
to resurrect: this quantum leap, this fiery ball, this fevered reality: such
panda paws, such cuddly kittens, such softer lights: so demanding, breathing in
sequences, while captured for travel: this interior flight, those winters so
green, those autumn fruits: our bodies moving, our souls at antitheses, while
needing to forgive our reflection: such metaphysical loyalties, this loving
great white, at rebellion, or temperaments, and so torn by love….
…at terrifying reality, so thrilled
to re-dance, so secretive and heart-born: needing more, proffering parachutes,
so panicked, so deliberate, sensing new life: fresher mornings, softer scents,
so removed, so located, reviewing this planetarium blueprint: so much to life,
much more to ignore, where a child’s gesture brought a tear: such Tibetan
wisdom, or rereading Sirach, so distant from this land of scientists: at
fulgent dreams, so deciphered in pains, while Love erased disbelief: this thing
in persons, so explored, so shark-like, while giving life—those deeper
illusions, or years with increasing volume, our furies so darkened: to approach
something whirling, those few sips, to wonder of animal dignities—those cursed
elements, this ruptured star, as orbits crashing unto soul-pages: at reborn
tendencies, needing humans, needing faith…!
I think about minds,
this wrestling pensiveness, those broken shelves: those raiding pillars, this
memory bank, so bad, so good, and conditioned to believe this way: our
responses to names, our garlic intellects, our vampire horizon, so tugged by
things disingenuous: to need peace, to ponder chaos, so pushed by erratic
creatures: this battle against caprice, those volatile structures, or this
moldy sensorium: overly saturated, rereading existence, so at ends with
familiarity: such comforts, such disasters, feeling like pretzels: so unlock us, rejuvenate us, if but this simple complexity: falling into misthoughts,
rethinking obligations, so afraid our children are aware: this small planet,
those noisy characteristics, plus, our negotiated responses: so close, but too
far apart, while feeling alienated: needed for traits, or those thrills we
provide, but rarely for presence: this paradox, for where is Love, this charm
bracelet—this whistle, this dream, this crazed connection: to need you, to
desire you, to feel complete in this partial experiment: to discern you, to
inhale you, to sip, glance over, and begin to tease you: our elusive selves,
re-needing yesterday, where our freedom became spacial.
