…such
cadence, such death, organizing, focused upon principle: enlove with ghosts,
fueled to ignite, at a fifty year old engine: classical arts, fire mavens,
alert to beauty as oblivious: sunbird concentration, to know this name, so
close and dying in me: my soul, affixed to your soul, while, nevertheless, we
shall never meet: as truth floats, to need opportunity, to shift insights: so
crazed at struggle, to feel humanity, rising so low speaking tongues: such
psyche depletion, such psyche hypotheses, as never an encounter with
physicality: social death, peak embrace, so accustomed to actualizing: but
tears, Love, or joy, Love, trying desperately: our daughters so casual, so hip,
so hip hop: our girls laughing, our pearls damaged, so categorical—this whirl
sin, this whirl pain, at a psych so un-gathered: our endurance, our
microphones, this indebted decade: this ancient mystic, this ancient community,
our garths, our jest-flame, or tyrannies: but Pain is awesome, and Pain is
passion, and Pain is remarkable: such pantheon pleasures, such rain filled
politeness, at rails and roads: so forced to scream, so primitive to live,
while something new is quite afflicted: so conscious, so cognitive, or too
casual to pursue: while staring deeply, or acting unaware, while sure to send
appropriate symbols: our first fall, our last legacy, so remote to cymbals: to
want more, to need more, to live an uneven state: so close to adders, so
intrigued with venom, to die, suffer and feel normal: too much wine, or enough
with dying, while humanity is feeling unsafe: this cure lingering, this shame
extinguished, or deep misery upon hiatus—those small features, this petit
attraction, confused by distinguished disdain: but hell is beautiful as
striking peaks, while one woman changed our perspective: such transformation,
such running infiltration, where a simple notion inverts a simple
conclusion….
…so
wrong to exist, so good to die, running from fruit: a Jewish claim, a world’s
complication, as affected in psyches: sewing furies, sewing nonchalance, while
Love is crucial affectation: so many repeats, such reaping montages, at action
by purpose: so attuned, so smart, so evenly crazy: ha, Love, or, ha, Friend, or,
ha, Sanity: so long this road, and tearing up, for life became hell: so low
this epistemic, confronting Jesus, asking for both design and meaning: such
purposed behavior, or such an overseer, or such a delicate asylum: as falling
for Love, or running from Love, or so impassive daylight is hard to locate,
Love: such negative enforcers, such negative emotion, to invert and become a
positive rationale: so indefinable, so remodeled, at core, crux and
complication: those streetcars, those inner wars, at twenty years so detached
from becoming robots: our meals, our baths, our sex: while others seem fury,
and others seem life, while Love just finished a novel: searching into unity,
fleeing isolation, while Love was habits: this curios daisy, this revving rose,
such totality, or totalitarians: our ruminating characters, our life-mission,
at serious, convoluted consequences: looting Sisyphus, asking too many
questions, and living Sisyphus: or so indirect, so detached, our audience is
attacking: too much an independent, too much a threat, too much a winner: or
high delusion, or higher peaks, or an absurd hero: this black canvas, this
inner appraisal, where one might be a problem…!
…so
nihilistic, or so sick, computing our differing locks: our separate Kingdoms,
our different perceptions, where one sees authority, another sees a charlatan:
this God Person, this Asexual Being, while default nouns speak to masculinity:
this Feminine Principle, this interior Gatekeeper, or this Imaginary Horizon:
as completing our myths, in order to sustain humanity, if but to promise
something beyond our reach: indeed, this man by Faith, this rapture by
Experience, so cured, so decisive, while debating myriad positions….
