I ski
silently, at weeping concentration, shadowed, battling, and entering mirrors:
becoming ghosts, a purple chill, or smoldering with rain: pleased to have met,
or more, pleased to maintain distance: off-centered messages, delightful
binoculars, so wild at interior: behaved and gentle, relaxed and resented,
raving over cultic stars: while living soundness, or barely composed, with life
to loosen: those social nooses, at particular proclivities, while ember churns,
and moons skate: so close to oceans, at rainbow cries, and rereading Noah: as
quite an index, sensing something elaborate, asked to believe, indebted to
Christ: as so inclined, while feeling importance, a person must evaluate
science.
We
determine meaning, a bit boxed in, while Herculean rites wave through
existence: so destined to cross lakes, flogged, distressed, and seeking heaven:
phones are ringing, sounds are blurred, and scents are wafting: at minor
miracles, or major prophets, feeling kinship: so Latin America, so Australian,
where Africa is located in Europe: those American tides, such raving splendor,
while Love says, It’s all taboo: walking
dirt-roads, pausing at daisies, an orange/camel beige petal: where Love cries
magic, and daughters cry mystic, where two are quite embarrassed: rabid
voltage, radical islands, so cured, so cursed: at particular anger, a little to
succeed, while overly driven: filled by mistakes, or filled by academia, as
approaching those inner movies: Sanhedrin mothers, swords to souls, while
spirit was split, lit, and given in return: those symbols, to imagine one hour,
as so much faith: adrift cashmere rites, or quilted music, inclined to refurbish
and perish.
…surprised
to see you, looking spacial, while inquiring about wellness: such intuition,
gazing deeper, and fiddling mind-strings: so heart with it, so abandoned to it,
at ecstasy, rewinding something crucial: at particular crises, while found in
legends, so rehearsed, so delicate, and so removed: such inrushing sound, such
indelible wounds, where one was examined closely: at teal lyrics, or fuchsia
reality, a spell in me!: surprised to see you, at modified melodies, or
modified struggles: looking rich, looking abrasive, while interpretation seems
to fail: wanting romance, designed by rubber, while bouncing by aura: our index
predicament, our Human Condition, at violins and mandolins and quite
detectable: an inner officer, an outer orbit, while ten year portraits replay….
…sunlight
or soulprints, smoldering or smothered, at silence and sanction: agreeable
resistance, outer internals, while anguish is soon inverted: states by anxiety,
riddles by phones, while someone reknitted an answering machine: at geese and
lemurs, an exotic animal, living on the fifth floor: an interior mantra, an exterior Amazon, while rethinking something
near passion: this old secret, this tender reed, where we realize our
magnitudes: as disordered creatures, attempting at magic, realized in this: Relationships require miracles: but
angst to caution, while rolling deeper, so inclined to make a vow: to swivet
and dance, to become elixir, while Love is sipping diamonds: so fused and
gunning, such illumination, where souls inquire about secret warfare….
…so
innocent those cries, those inserted days, at something new and exciting:
manuscripts bleeding, satire so fluent, cinema becoming an adventure: our
inmost fantasies, our rebuilt selves, at destiny, lights, and images: our
brains inclined, our bodies following, while Love broke an electric company:
such panacea, such rich elixir, at something sober and passionate: those years
so vivid, our vows so valued, at tetras, titillation, and towers: roaming and
searching, for Love has reappeared, so desperate to locate existence: our
seashore prayers, our watchful seagulls, if but to relocate a floating machine:
at hydrants guzzling, at interior alacrity, while tugging an anchor: such
trumpet parties, for Love has appeared, so romantic, so inclined, dancing
mid-Wilshire: at something incredible, this American movie, embedded in
Harmony’s Fire: indeed, a portrait made metaphorical, or Songs of Solomon, too dark for insistence, or too light for Love: a
bucket of keys, a ladybug kiss, while years strew sentimentality: at rivers but
present, at skies but more horizons, at early morning sunrise: so cute with
interior, this life exuding, something sanctioned emitting: at candent rites, so
knotted by knowledge, so known, so appreciated…!
