…such
windmills, up for low, and high for dusty: at dusky parallels, disputed in
eyes, removed from humanity: accursed they say, infused with anomalies, trying
but baseborn: those high-ranks, those sky-castles, those celebrity rooms: at
deep feelings, astounded early, participating in miseries: this thing we sense,
this avenue we chase, while true penmanship is excruciating: boundaries,
demarcation signs, at posts and planets and dining quarters: those quadrants,
each at peace, each at warmth, but each at wars: we say much, by saying
functionality, while true genius becomes loyalty: to art and bone, to pavement
and woods, to forests and jinn(s): such ghostly texture, or ceramic wishes,
while so there and such rain: to die in phantoms, to reread and shutter, while
communication remains underground: a burst of fire, a mystic silence, feudal
with ink: recaptured, removed, so seasoned, so legendary—or deeper delusions:
those soil pleats, this soil furnace, while refined may be offensive: such
soundless mailings, such rehab feelings, at trenchant wonder: this beast, its
alarm, where too much is painful: watching stronger liquor, sipping grapes,
sober and thirsty: loses by finite principles, agile and agitated, while
reviewing our boundaries: sensed for thrust, a sword upon a rose, a child in
mother’s airs: such heirs of life, such heirs of frustration, while critical
thought is delicate: a particular group, wherever each may dwell, a particular
palace for souls of hell: refused passion, casual a nightmare, while we need passion:
at daughter thoughts, a bit longwinded, but elegance comes with pressure: at
yesternight, floored for mission, a taste of vomit those crooked lines: abused
but brimming, depressed but writing, while reviewing a critical mistake: but
kindness so sweet, is kindness revered, while kindness maintained: those
earning enterprises, this space in relations, accustomed to particular
responses: (but adored creatures, could there be but one, while commonsense
points to myriads): indeed, indelicate glens, interior landscapes, while our
world realizes nuances: beige terrain, trekking mosquitoes, or something
pushing for devastated and seeking coverage….
I
wrestle formalities—I expect something self-conscious, but time evolves certain
creatures: a blazing miracle, a clove and cognac, a furnace breathing—at delicate
creation, peering into something sullen, while remarks embarrass, and aye-ayes
are vigil: a sensitive keel, a sensitive earth, so blessedly accursed: a fatal
shock, a ruined perception, as pleading beneath skin: aesthetic luxury, becomes
wrestled familiarity, while one needs an audience: to see those ferns, to
inherit our weeds, while at naked, infatuated, daylight love: so crucial, such
starlight, running through perils: so injurious, at simplicity for trillions,
while two met, distinguished color, and ached throughout Eternity.
…too
much clarity, or too many positions, while craving for entrées: at séance
feelings, gazing at teas, too famished to eat: a sullen dance, a removed
premise, while becoming something: a difficult lot, a flustered eraser, a conversational
keyboard: a gunning intuition, at mega-fire, whispering to our stenographers:
an antique trinket, a powerful concentration, while years pass us: reborn
flowers, re-sensed lungs, a bit casual with expectations: so professional, so
chilled, so passionate, so underrated: never a sound, never a complaint, such
miserable laughter: at deeper premises, at deeper claims, where it appears as
simplistic: we feel self-interests, alive at cadence, a bit creative with
batons: a major battle, passing kryptonite, sipping our existence: at pure
confession, this on-and-off night-storm, where many feel it’s nonsensical: a
desert feeling, a bodily feeling, while some must abstain: something to fear,
quite irregular, as opposed to natural and free-flowing….
