…facing
such a long road, those filthy episodes, knitting through a cold soul: reborn
to fire, those calculating lenses, our fury, our screams, our dedication: to
request a savior, intended to exist, at something too delicate: our rivaling
arcs, our buoyant speakers, to awaken close to five those yawning(s): so
indebted to rain, so elementary, while pursuing something innovative: those
diamond ceilings, those brimming/watery eyes, such innocence, re-spent or
casualties: those catacomb flowers, at internal deliverance, while parents evaluate
tombs: so captured and steady, so alive and ready, where reality is slippery
noodles: at palms of hay, at obscure needles, so flippant into disgusts: to
adore something muddy, to relive something gutty, while so deviant, while
reliant, such trespass into violence: such remarkable posture, such pointed
facial, so fair, so fragile, but so patient: at Love agonizing, at rumors
unzipped, while Love satisfies our deepest doubts…. …nearly resurfaced, or nearly anti-human,
but so critically compassionate: at frizzy logic, or tenuous reasoning, while
Anguish felt good: so naked those crowds, aflame and deceased, while living
into burgeoned anxieties: those brown antennas, so lovely a daisy, so pure,
this chase, where souls are screaming: so worthy when warm, so cold when angry,
while one tiptoes around angst: as a crucial creature, so perfect at love, so
demanding with humans: too hard to function, too easy to live, while aggression
appears so natural: our brightened hearts, our Literary Agents, so close, so
far, our priestly professors: to redeem in an instance, to see lavish fire, to
feel, to know, to live as demigods: our wrangling heart-colors, our bodies
thrown into havens, where it felt terrific to decrease pressure: abandoned
eyes, abandoned cries, while Love is growing into anguish: topaz insights, envy
for something adored, such an inlet, such an inrush, such salmon, rice, and
wine: if but offbeat, this day by activities, at dance, smaze and so many
deceptions: to adore with passion, to assess through increments, while decided
upon inclusion: that blackdamp furnace, this bag of soot, to realize by
experience a recurrent scream….
…facing
such a long fire, those chiseled potholes, this dynamic power: unsung hissing,
re-battled contenders, steep into an arena: Samson cries, moving bricks, so
re-stirred, so electric: at saintly hurdles, at post-feelings, or something
tugging as an infant emotion: siphoning silence, those voiceless symbols,
encased in casual affairs: our shimmering minds, explored for amazing, at
trumpet and triumph: such rocky roads, so many passerby(s), while some look
forward to strangers: a sudden raindrop, our jasper hearts, such glimmer and
glitter a quick glance: as becoming human, attuned to needing more, while
something may not be capable: this emotion socket, those emotion rings, where
pure emotion proves devastating….
…it
came senselessly, a particular flame, where it spoke to something easily:
evasive attraction, while brought to reality, where an instance may destroy a monastery:
arguing this missing self, rechanneled by rough edges, where one is too sharp
to see: socio-dynamics, living for pure desire, as needing pure infatuation: a
magnificent screening, painted in polite pastures, while initial approach
determines so little: our trespassed souls, our rich transgression, so raised
in such terminology: as dearly offbeat, toiling with insistence, where life
flourishes: our different views, at different lives, so encapsulated by fury:
at nibs with patience, at reminders with patience, at our mirrors with
impatience: such touchy keys, such delicate portraits, where symphonies flee
into atmospheres: studded with pressures, silk with ascension, so internally
unfree: to turn in an instance, to recalculate concern, where in a second
something is lost: our delicate moves, our purposed souls, while reinvesting in
treasures daily….
