I
flame fire, lost in features, by myriad watchers: I lose fantasy, steep in this
realm, where every angle is unreality: so torn with you, so enlove with myth,
occasioned to rise and perish: a close friend, a dying friend, our eyes swell
with madness: a beautiful woman, a gracious animal, so fused and looking to
cherish: this fulfilled element, this lingering unfulfillment, so rooted, so
deceased, and living in miracles: if but to hold us, if but to mold feelings,
if but two disappearing: at troves by treasures, at pure femininity, so
classical, so yanked, while wrestling emotions: this appetite, Adored Felon,
this pain, Adored Felon, while Love has never felt cuffs: such a love death,
such dying resurrection, this temblor, that swoosh, this graffito psych: or
professors afire, this raging to frontal lobes, while head stooped and raised
in agony: our Protestant bones, our mystic marrow, so aloof, but far too close:
at voiceprints, evermore a savage, at cultic sky-shivers: such racing energies,
such swooshes to brains, at heart, a bit nonresponsive: but Love is power, and
Love is living deaths, so accustomed to raging with force: those cygnet
maniacs, this swanic castle, this wiccan mother: so combined, so elated, if but
to rescue, Phantasm: this electric vacuum, this electric blackhole, while
entering and inverting hell: so challenged to quit, so African in guts, while
Europe is pleading mysticisms.
I
raced in us, so exterminated, as becoming something fashioned: serenading
phantoms, extinguished by climaxes, so pregnant in our horizon: an inter-soul,
a intra-soul, where it felt good to adore you: where a daughter came, I was
lost in childhood, it was death as beauty: but more to discontent, and more to
hurtful words, where souls linger, live, and lose: such titillating thighs,
such a small pelvis, so internal, so delinquent, so enchanted: this apparition,
this recurrent dream, where grandpa is a guillotine: ardent survivors, and it
feels good, but what is life without our progeny: as entered college, as
entered brains, so confused by identity: hiding there, stooping there, and
overtaken by loses: this granny ambassador, this film in caricatures, our base
ambitions: to relocate nonsense, to hate like holy, while something precious
has died a taste.
I
flame fire, so feral a flicker, while adored a mental representation: to know
for goodness, while good for others, needing to explore this region: our
beating violins, our metric drums, such wave, so detriment, to encourage that
you leave everything: this fool with math, this graph with holograms, while it
never seemed so easy to love you: our well-sacrificed, our fairer gorgeous, to
die, complete death, and rise seeking as an infant: this glorious woman, this
prison debate, while pages died, flipped deaths, and came to meet you: this
agreement, this sure deceit, so close to Proverbs: wildflower, Precious, while
to hate this gut, so beckoned by something pleasing: this red moon, this blue
haven, while so indebted to a feared casualty: to glean miracles, to covenant a
sacrifice, while deep those dungeons a child is weaning.
I
raced in us, too young to see God, too displeased to render passion: this pain
in women, a man dying to intrigue, while it takes a particular combination: if
but to get pain, if but to gain glory, as symbol and sign so inclined to
penchant Eternity: our crocheted mystics, this infused dynasty, where mother
sat, meditated, and swooshed throughout this universe: our patient rain, our
seaquake adventures, at such a tender daughter: to see deceit, to laugh as normal,
or to love like crazy: champagne tempos, at grandpa’s smile, so sourced, so
relocated: this featured friend, this feline feature, or this masculine,
dramatized, insync feature: to come so close, to redo our essence, if but to
become psychological Shiloh’s.
