…such
sweet violence, such sweeter beauty, so allergic to you: such raw fever, such
gutted tomorrows, so peaceful afore you: at something raging, to have entrance,
to bury insanity: watching time, rehearsing scripture, so devastated by
lateness: those teal eyes, those rubescent lips, our uncured saturation: if but
to persist, at something so detrimental, while taking courage to succeed: a
livid profanity, a secular majesty, so infused, so blatant, such a rolling
disaster: to have chains, to relish in chains, where such were locked
deliberately: as a deep pollution, so free to become odiferous, while so
saintly, so cooked, so baked in terror: our forest cries, our wooded areas,
while never a touch to silence: so graphed in persistence, so reluctant to
latch upon topaz, as such a nib reprinting existence: this feral run, our deep
nightmares, to cut leaves while chasing dusty particles: at diamonds and mercy,
at weddings and otherness, so rehearsed, so damaged, looking to die in you….
I
disappeared, lugging luggage, defined by garbage: this truck of venom, this
restaurant of bad meats, or this sky-scraping imagination: a mere machine, a
functioning crank, while in needs of repairs: to heave with great effort, to
lift depression, while scorned for surviving: so indirect, to meet those
beliefs, to greet those arms: as alive in seriousness, or needing to relax,
while cursed by terrible insistence: to adore something beige, to encourage
something evaporating, or to love as one running: so taunted inside, so
cavalier inside, while a camel has just collapsed inside: our treacherous
concerns, our forbidden islands, while, too, curious to actualize: this threaded
riddle, this tormented giggle, where Love was unimpressed: so elusive, so
destined, so bothered: to want forever, while forever is being leased, by this
curse called, Plurality: sensing this person, while this person is absent, to
feel and hear in personality: acting with pain, embarrassed by rain, while
misery has built a fortress: this kingdom in you, this praiseful person, this
iridescent woman: our mangled lights, our lightfast dominions, at remorse, so
cursed, but dearly for this challenge: as reborn creatures, looking into
algebra, a bit enthused by trigonometry.
…such
sweet silence, gazing into crystals, reflected in human intensity: so heart
this second, so suffused this minute, where fire becomes water: so haunted by
tomorrow, so thrown into deliverance, at people like angels: accustomed to
vague thoughts, or vague encounters, where something was gleaned: to look at
you, standing in lightning, or resembling vajrayana—this pure reality,
those violent shirks, at temblors, excavated from reality: so unreal, such
vacant fullness, at thrills and shrills, re-gutted, filled by upholstery: those
stirred eyes, those stances speaking Latin, as something rides into rainbows:
our trauma, our itchy wakefulness, where one day we will exist as total
consciousness: harassing minds, shining in horizons, or floating upon winds:
indeed, such as returning, into familiar longevities, explored but longing….
I
reappear, asking for friendship, while discouraged about exclusivity: this
reigning kingdom, this infant mentality, this raging reality: our broken
facades, our brevity so extended, our satchels filled with Mesh Balls: as
one gathered, or one in existence, so pure, so alive, so captured: wading
hemispheres, at mystic neurons, in desperate needs for a third baptism: as
encouraged creatures, loving for miseries, to dine alone with company: our
daily interests, our nightly vocals, so focused, so harnessed, while Love is so
distinctive: this mind for you, while destroyed by you, so sentenced to
Infinity with you: our fortunate ears, our ringing ears, our flushed bodies: at
children trying explanation, where ideals are rabid, if but to give this deep
emotion.
