…tender
petals, a swan’s face, tender emotion: inclined to pass wisdom, inclined to
forecast strife, those tragic tales, those wellic cries, this antenna movie:
writing to rev, at engines internally, while saddened by your dreams:
euphonies, agitation, or serious dilemmas: as lives a father, as there’s a
daddy, while remote tears scream at indifference: to want neediness, to need
neediness, where one becomes overly independent: those channels we sing, this
film we read, or playwrights ambushed and sold upon the black market: a shift
in words, a shift in tone, or an irregular human being: our sky banners, our
evening news, our blues bloodshot and speaking French: to adore a swan, to love
a swan, with such little history: while mother watches, casts a smile, and
delivers certain concerns: this black magic, this sinister reality, at cuts and
bruises and looking at love: we smelt wisdom, this fury in chimes, this evening
redressed: to die and relive, to argue and rethink, while we need to slow down:
I love as lost; I hold back fiction; I move with an honest voice: but a psych
told me, this wintry reality, “Liquor slows down thoughts”: but more to you,
this opalescent spirit, this fire roaming college: at many utopias, at many
ideals, while a bit clueless: as not to anger, but this is existence, where
serious analogies take close to a decade: for first there’s knowledge bases,
and then there’s contemplation, and then there’s argumentation: watching
ourselves formulate, debating our algorithms, this amalgam of ideas: as ideal
creatures, living in a plural universe, our idyllic nature is often trashed:
but life is green roots, or fragrant barks, at lazy tulips: hitherto, a silent
feeling, a remarkable concentration, a rubescent heart….
It’s
easy to hear, in this soundless phantasm, where many voices are eclipsed: at
mother those days, at identity those days, while neither seemed appropriate
those days: however, we connect in energy, we relieve our souls, to realize
something percolates: I gambol at moments, deep in contemplation, for wandering
into a happy space: your name resonating, your gifts imagined, while
grandfather has plans for your success: something sublime, something indebted,
while we need for you those things we desired: as childhood raises daughters,
while masculinity raises sons: great at planets, debating with Neptune, indeed,
a flashing light: but yours speaks trillions, and yours is alert, while essence
to brains I see your floating aura: to meditate a burgundy moon, to flicker a
sky-candle, while something transfers an intensity: so enamored by possibility,
so enchanted with a certain friend, where mother is fully at attention: those
crying chains, this partly adult screen, or scenery speaking in mother’s tone:
a dark mystery, while needing freedom, but granny’s voice is chastising those
wayward feelings: such funny actualization, such peaks at private seconds, to
intuit into those realities mother has processed: if but to live, if but to
die, for individuality carries a certain independence: as relying upon
teachings, while breaking free, but without such trainings, reality would not
exist.
