…on
to his soul, so provided, so analytical, and so spacial: our air-prints, our
energy-paws, while allergic to raw emotion: trying with sincerity, this new
enterprise, where two sit until tears fall: a man’s enigma, a woman’s
inheritance, where deep reality is painful: at dancing bears, enveloped in
understanding, as imagined our interior: looking and gawking, resetting
something impervious, where two become an electric monsoon: but days are
hectic, this world is wailing, plus, one is quite disappointed in productivity:
at blue blades, clumping sand-prints, at soil, debating luxuries: our core
arcs, our surprising miracles, so
facial, at physiognomies, and so alert to subtleties: at officials honestly,
while perceived by deficits, or admired with a slight hook: looking at hazel
eyes, or beige lenses, while Love is quite in taste: but life is pragmatic, or
life is fantastical, or life is both: our needs discarded, our business attire at
our souls, our satchels, our glasses, our professional dispositions: however we
live, our nonetheless cries, we experience a particular sealer: this bag of
putty, this pail of paint, where insistence becomes mandatory: such hierarchy
demands, or such perfected rhythms, at days feeling a bit comfortable: those
home exercises, or those brown eyes, as a little alien runs naked: our wants
repudiated, our desires placated, while our needs seem to blur certain lines:
at passion with emotion, at 3a.m. magic, where reality points to something
indispensable: back to existence, those car songs, those intricate innuendoes—those
tales in music, our sentiments in music, our lives replayed in classical
operas: our souls as mystic, as trying to compute, how bread and wine becomes
actual flesh and blood: such a mystic principle, such a reaching paramount, so
titillating, so cultural, while we argue complete science: this married
relation, this ship sailing into cities, while two have become each other:
those silent irritabilities, this deep hunch, where one confesses to feeling
under weather: those threefold cords, this unbreakable sky-globe, where three
exist in particular harmony: indeed, we speak in ideals, we declare something
magical, we sense both linguistics and rumble: our cultic eyes, our oasis
tides, our dreams and love and this person emerging: so beyond beauty, so felt
but slipping our grasps, while we fumble to explain those soulmate
proclamations….
…we
scrape but sediments; we stir dust at seas; while regulated by timesheets: such
interior demands, such reaching pyramids, so cultural, taking deep pride, a bit
tugged by something controversial: those webs mingling, those harvests
creeping, while summer provides a series of irritations: such dynamic energy, such
complex states, while one angles and unknit(s): but life is resilient, and life
is flexible, plus, life is persistent: with or without us, it shall preside,
while intentionality becomes a pillar: our behavioral minds, our deep tenets,
those precepts and conceptions: our wins and losses, or this coming to terms,
where we realize God’s Ways: hither a notion, where something is taken, that a
principle may be driven: indeed, a mythic/mystic explanation, where we must
confess, this inherent need to understanding: so lost at philosophies, our
souls desiring meanings, where creative souls proffer answers: those gleaming
premises, those marvelous contexts, while we think about those raging
conclusions: our coffee brains, our hectic hearts, our heavy conundrums: so
allergenic, so skeptical, while we employ doubt to an infraction: but it
stabilizes, it tears through minutia, but it levitates unto a cynical
atmosphere….
