…so
abstract, a lively creature, so intense: looking into dynamite, reserved as
purity, sensed as illusional: our concrete coffee, our energy drinks, at
something paranoid and casual: fluxing through existence, living sensitivities,
alert but sleepy: our romantic tendencies, our pulled introversion, while alike
to creatures: so spacial, so relaxed, so observant: at wars with reality, to
sense pure integrity, while reserved enough to remain on point: palm control,
Jesus patrol, alive and dying, where insistencies appear apropos: those lakes,
Psych, this half-man, Psych, while curious to see you, Psych: at something so
furious, at something so delicate, while aware behavior is key to sequences:
our eyes imploding, our guts serious, our honor hanging for evaluation: as pure
creatures, nothing but trauma, while glowing, nonetheless: so pure in
sentences, so reduced in language, as men and women through faces: inclined to
despise, inclined to disguise, while inclined to give benefit for doubts: our
pavement hearts, our lost realities, so hurt, so shifted, where a stranger
worships our shadows: so close to tragedy, so cured for insistence, so
relatable: as presuming ownership, a desk screaming persistence, to feel like
hell was so heaven: gutted for ruined, bouncing into orbits, as afflux a
miracle diamond: this slanted mind, this filtered feeling, as famous as feral
eyes: our minds as mud, our minds as clarity, our reservoirs as beauty: to ask
and repent, to desert and dine, to abandon with circumstances: this wealth of
inhibitions, this real sensation, as forced to see our mothers: so accursed and
running, so abused and gunning, while forced to play a tender violin: our
mandarin aches, our forced realities, so worried, so concerned, where fate
isn’t watching: those dresses, those laughs, those otiose reflexes: while
watching softly, while born to exist, while psychiatry tiptoes into discussion:
oh for vanity, and oh for insanity, where actuality seems so drab: sent from
rivers, alert for shivers, this mystic casualty: at God and Love and Terror:
trembling sacredly, effusion to brains, our captive realities: our lovely
friends, our reborn Christians, while something is subtle about science: this
flimsy address, this flimsy cartoon, this fragrant mystic: as a young academic,
or a rapture’d academic, where elegance speaks in three dimensions: sneezing by
guts, hearing while tears roll, or giggling at something delusional: our pure
hearts, our perfect practices, our psychological expertise: this soul shifted,
this daughter at roots, while mother came to visit: those blank seconds, our
minds calculating, our hearts speaking Condition….
…so
ambitious, so dedicated to secular rites, plus, so mystic a stream those
demons: this incredible infatuation, this woman those years, but agony points
its treasures: passed and forgotten, at miracle and received, while one must
deal with those realities: this educated soul, this appealing soul, while many
were appealing those islands: our courteous souls, receiving beauty, where such
approaches are inconsiderate: so, more to existence, this cultic activity,
while flushed through by yellow feelings: as not by cowards, but more by
defenses, where one is too attuned to deceive: as not our occupation, but more
our entrance, while some angles remain forbidden: this thing about rites, this
essence in rings, this turning and churning incredible reflex: as reflexive
souls, living reflexive lives, so in and so outed: as fools for delusion, as
goblins for illusion, while one meant a simple goodbye: reggae feelings, women
needing a bit for dirty, or casual a hello and walking by: this music, Love,
this emotion, Love, so cured for crazy, Love: as men rehearsing, or women
mastering, where approaches seem so ordinary: this gift in souls, to reduce
something complicated, to its bare bones: such marrow and sunlight, such a
terrific introduction, where reality spoke while hiding….
