…internal
camels, or keepsake hearts, or funnels leaping currents: swanic koans, grammar
tables, or bittersweet thunder skies: to re-buy phones, to re-rent brochures,
at lakes debated by ghosts: such wilderness, so close to distance, developed by
habits: those rose weeds, those claustrophobic walls, those long windy hallways:
our galleries, our curious fens, so wild and struggled: psychic trombones,
alien guitars, or angels nudging screams: so rebuked, by something indelicate,
while singing softer whispers: such luggage, where it must be right, while
people dread those affiliations: mobile tempos, mystique sylvan(s), so crazed,
so disgusted, where Angst is screaming, Love:
at pure fragrances, rereading songs, such spirit of my soul: an angry web,
a ferocious dreamer, at rivalries and sins: shrouded in compassion, gilted in
passion, writing for hours: images bought personality, so unveiled, so seen,
while pain rents a person’s shame: restructured, or neatly at cries, at
rebirths, while feeling sentenced: our prime examples, serving to ruin, where
one is prone to make inquiries: arrested by behaviors, sitting in stillness, so
shocked, so overwhelmed, believing this dial justice….
…mental
texts, internal telegrams, or emotion as telephones: this teleplay, this
Teleflex, those driving numeric(s): psaltery wires, mis-explained mood shifts,
while Love might seem destiny: those brain-planets, this leaping gap, at
miracles concerning worth: those gated Pleiades, such rich entertainment, while
messages are propositions: an inner tune, an interior echo, or external
pushing: etching papyrus, re-music to souls, while great doubt is stitched into
existence: those relic vines, those gunning legs, while Little Windy just spoke
tongues: something so deep, while misread, where our synaptic gap has run
frantic: such emotion, to feel one’s pain, as aura gunfire, while frantic
language pours into sky-oceans: or one kneeling, too threshed by prayer, to
sudden into a rapture: such violent reverberation, such trumpet emotion, while
overwhelmed by centuries: as medieval grails, streaming into subsistence, so
unpaved, so lyrical, or such a dead smile: those taller fences, this rabid
jump, while landing into Golden Springs….
…indeed,
Heaven Eyes, such justice aloof, while we feed our vases: our antenna scruples,
our deviations, while unrelenting: our nightmare, those daymares, our leaflets,
our abused silence: so effected/affected, at meets for mercies, at logic
feeling alien: those longstanding rumors, so uninvestigated, while truisms
become dictums: our mourning journals, our internal methodologies, at picture
perfect signs: while no one sees, where everyone listens, thus, children become
resilient: those blue waves, those postal feelings, at moods, at imbalances, or
this opus fury: wilder fires, surreal realities, where deep depression is
proffered as paradise: I run a risk, but hell to make-believe, and life to
seeing clearly: at perfect imperfection, or unsung singing, thereinto, our
addition by subtraction: rekindled, burning firewood, at this furnace, so whet,
so alive, while going through pits: (those attainable fixtures, those business
investments, this place on Wall Street: remodeled trestles, knitted
china-wells, at Nietzsche a gap, at feelings suppressed, while it felt good to
sense beyond self: such rhapsody, at nonplus emotion, thrust for battling, at
senses revived): morning dew, Love, and dry concrete, plus, a moistened rug:
our carpet whys, as inrush fantasts,
twinkling twilight dreams….
…something
spilt, something revoked, and something flew dungeons: aria swans, cadenza
mothers, while mines grew brains: a nib to aches, a rib for passion, something
quite intimidating: at lethal love, so evinced for pressure, and too clear for
misappropriation: become propane, fuel a dynasty, laugh and grind and play and
live: so pure at times: capture intensity, and relive daily….
