I
become attached, not to something tangible, but rather, to this interior
cinema: our instruments, our aborted islands, our kettle water: I imagine
combustion, or irremovable locks, while granted exclusive keys: I sense
perfection, an ethical compass, or ought discussions:
at knees to life, so reformed by injustice, so rebuked by internal pianos: such
knowledgeable languish, such drifting vines, where grapes have never been so
appealing: leaf veins, sky-powers, so electric, so cadent, so liquefied: our
intellectual lunchroom, our sensitive apparatus, our Aristotelian appetites: at
playful arithmetic, at closed eyes, while desperate to re-reason emotion:
casual banter, lively gesticulations, plus, a badge of integrity: I imagine fitted
grooves, screaming bolts, and irremovable pegs: so conditioned by pangs,
longing for renown, while writing and singing and damning ink-paws: those bait
eyes, our relaxation, which is merely a ruse: for ambition struggles, art is a
monster, and life is fraught by red tape: but yours is gentle, highly intense,
plus, warm for certain creatures: children pander to you, battles end in your
favor, as such apostolic basins: this flying sparrow, this intuitive beast, at
wars playing by rules: to sing acapella, opting for a duet, so opera, so
theatrical, so well balanced.
…love
is bitten, bites are plural, and makeup is employed: church is questioned,
dreams are chastised, and cemeteries are adorned: such wringing palms, such
casual frustration, while interrogating an inner audience: such deep concern,
such radiant composure, while an earthquake is brewing internally: our
scholarly chains, our needs for articulation, where satire has waged a war: such
elegant hands, plus, peach-fuzz arms, indeed, we dare not mention surfboards:
at debts by existence, repaying student loans, a pillar of our community: Soup
Kitchens, orphanages, plus, deeper kindness to widows: inclined through
scripture, at multiple decisions, designed by interior drums: true reflection,
pure humanity, plus, such a glamorous attire: earthbound, reviewing literature,
finding cautious interests in Buddhism: a revving engine, a shifting
transmission, filled with passion, honor, and a few misjudgments: examining
mind-prints, revisiting old principles, or jettisoning something unfruitful: so
sung by friends, such a deep investigator, while an incredible mentor: at
something richer, an intimate relationship, those fervent prayers: such orison,
while rereading Nietzsche, at something unbreakable: those scientific laws, our
scientific analyses, while religiosity is often questioned: a revving storm, a
quicker fire, an all night radiant parchment….
I
imagine personality, this web of intricacies, this infusion by screams: at
political savvy, an intellectual building, plus, a sensitive receptor: feeling
tentacles, immersed in scholarship, reviewing and rethinking long held
principles: too witty for reactions, so steady a foot, while reigns control
something unsighted: a reflective heart, impetuous with outings, impetuous with
kindness: tilling and hewing marble; partial to mysteries; a pursuer of our
arête: so determined, or destined, while setbacks become horseshoes: digging
into something existential, a bit athletic with studies, a bit too insistent to
fail: a marvelous mind, a candidate for election, a gated sincerity: to fly
with wilderness, to paraglide with Infinity, combing comforts, unthreading
cobwebs, a well-spoken cathedral: indeed, such thought to something
illusory—such fire to something invisible, while mounting and waging our
campaigns: our in-soul wisdom, our incredible passion, while stern enough to
maintain it: this war by sustaining, where something has been captured, as
opposed to needing incipient fire: our lamps to shine, our figs ripened, our
impulses asking questions: this incessant interview, those particular answers,
where we grill our minds time and again: indeed, sweeter roses, finer arts,
plus, this furniture pursuit.
…a
vehicle for understanding, a vessel for moral insight, or something incredibly
unimaginable: so drawn and tugged and shoved by society: at constant intakes,
wishing upon a petal, designed for impartiality: sexual at times, crazed and
excited at intervals, while peering into behavior: concerned with poverty, at
tension with ignorance, but considerate to debate environment: a field of
thoughts, an incorrigible thirst, while searching for a moment to rest: at
deeper concentration, while moving motion, a bit inclined by something
supernal: those ghostly glances, such galactic fires, while humble enough but
warlike….
