…turquoise
sequoia, argumentative mannequins, or hostile, non-cooperative mirrors:
bleeding glass, tossing buildings, at arms seeming impolite: those doctors,
this fear, those longer wicks: such dynamite, so rebuked, choking up blackdamp,
rebuilding this dangerous ass concrete: at traveling concerns, this threat we
face, where majorities are one hundred percent authority: such little evidence,
but explosive emotions, to detonate upon ear-reception: but Love is gentle, and
Love is captive, where claims stand against authentication: so deep in mire,
swimming against unidentified bugs, as fire places a title upon things: our
names, our angers, at ramps leaping into sulfur: so hot, to become so cold,
while our earth is regurgitating life: a pure flower, a bit talkative, or
shadows appearing in Three-D: a mere runner, a mere chaser, deliberating over
something unstudied: such fear those screams, so penetrating, our children
believing conjecture as facts: but Love is gentle, while eyes water, to come
into vulnerability: this tugging instrument, this bleeding cello, at tears
curdled, or huddled in torments: so irregular, so extracted, to put spirit upon
an operation table: to dissect intentionality, to refocus compassion, at
delights to have spoken with petals: this interior surgeon, this missing
degree, while at this for close to fifty years: so dedicated, so bias, while
wrestling those strange air-ghosts: this feudal position, this increasing
weight, or so relaxed defining sociologies: but Love is gentle, where Love is
war, while highly defensive: a slight miracle, where one is crazy, but others value
those opinions: accursed and accused, weary and wrangling, over tea, wine and
anger: if but to exist, if but to fly, so sick with patience, so sick with
mood-swings, so devastated by mind-control: as souls enlove, looking for
measuring, where Adorable seems perfectly indivisible: those casual eyes, such
casual grins, at interior ruckus with a jimpy: so tender, so relaxed, while one
could not imagine those thoughts: polite disregard, or deep interests, while
behavior often depicts an opposing emotion: fleeing but captured, a fugitive of
science, those bright, bold binoculars: so encased in exchange, needing
something violent, to live, lust, and languish: such cold heat, such cloth as
air, such soulless souls: to die in you, to revive in you, while putting ingress
in you….
…bigger,
thus, alive—an acorn, a pebble, a pea: such lenses, such depth, while remote
with fantasies: waking up, making life work, at terror, Jesus, plus, Krishna:
universality, a woman’s voice, a woman’s deep contempt: this feeling, such
beauty, casted aside as ugliness: such pressure, such interruption, so fueled,
so Shiloh: at Zion pleading, at seas laughing, at storms looking for utter
destruction: those molehills, as controlling interactions, so floored, such
carpet, such smelly toes: alert to chaos, but not to clarity, frantic for
concerned and living near cliffs: so insufficient, our scientific laws, while
something meta requires intuition: our passionate crushes, upon
something invisible, to reach a point in development: such music, such lovely
eyes, such ethnic roots: but Love is madness, and Love is cruel, and Love
agonizes over clarity: so huge, so perfected, plus, a personality quirk: so
soothing at points, so maniacal at seconds, while needing submission: this
curse in souls, this unearned treasure, where we rely upon us more than upon
others: but life is golden, and life is strangeness, where life is put into
those marvelous, indistinctive palms: as born to fly, where eyes are wellic,
but Love is gentle….
We
become home-circuits, threshed over existence, so asleep, so awakened, so
curious concerning unspoken cameras: dancing to improbability, feeling for
particles, while ignored or lulled back asleep: our eyes so opened, our senses
phlegmatic, our hearts probing as we jaunt: such sensation, such solution, at
interior sky-math!
