…oh naked
forest, oh naked dreams, filtered through winds: a marvelous countryside, a
lemon with grapes, an apricot with cheese: so dreamy this way, at casual stars,
laughing with a sunset: our sun so near, those agonies so afar, but racing into
magic: those myriad lines, this skip into roses, at shrubberies and twigs: a
birdhouse, a bit by concentration, an interior typist: so familiar we are,
accustomed to wavering, while swaying with tensions: such academia, such loud
energy, seizing something distressed: those redwood battles, this fairer sky-war,
so arrested by something giving excitement: at remote entrances, into a calming
milieu, while debuting lightly: our moral dilemmas, our ethical predicaments,
our challenge in this space: so free to decide, so free to suffer, even while
withdrawn from chaos: this friendly face, our foibles and failures, our facts
splayed before its audience: those dreams at cadence, this familiarity
disaster, while thoughts outreach actuality: profound dynasties, such crucial
characters, where life is extraordinary: such waking lights, and joyous
antitheses, or homegrown parentheses: as never a stronger person, our
grassroots admiration, so close to sacrificing our screams: such frantic fire,
so embedded in souls, where songs come to existence: to outlive feelings, this
rarity in science, while it churns in both directions: our dear children,
filling life with rhinestones, those amethyst limbs: our fuchsia upholstery,
our new sedans, our souls spliced by concerns: our frightening environments,
our aging hopes, our reborn devastations: to conjure emotion, to sing in
familial, to ask and dream and foreshadow: our prophetess rings, those agonies,
our approaching closets: as young with passion, affectionate with life, while
legging for entrance: our time to waltz, as ever in a day, while feeding upon a
particular perception: to be young this existence, to have for multiple
realities, instead of sensing this growth in deterioration: to feel alive, to
possess choices, while never a day those responsibilities: our running mothers,
our hair dye fathers, or such sophisticated graying: so lost at seconds, so
found in patience, so loved for adorable…!
…oh
brilliant sky, oh death-zone sky, so precious, so pretty, so patient with
persistence: our daughters your arts, our sons your bounty, those floating
reeds: such dogwood, such fluorescent flowers, such force by design: our naked
arcs, our naked worries, wearing distress like a garland: our heavy necks, our
dim lights, or concerns where life is sexual: to have lost innocence, where
such was beautiful, becoming something perceived: our found mystery, our
daylight chemistries, removed from something giving frustration: so committed
to love, so supported by love, at memoir, excitement, and more frustration: oh
brilliant sky, so intimate with strangers, such a fornicator by reason: our
animal lives, our thought-patterns, at such needs to explore: reaching with
silence, accustomed by understanding, while so guilty, so furious, at something
discrediting integrity: to need affection, this rare sunfall, this nightingale
whisperer: those attractive features, those delicate charms, at something too
incredible: oh brilliant sky…!
I
get lost in that voice, so dedicated to creating intensity, so pushed by
exploration: to hug oaken wood, to sit near cypress thoughts, to drift into
traffic: at something dependable, both good for bad, while two are so close: as
rarely spoken, this chasm in time, while so exhilarated: such sweet kindness,
such radical silence, as birds flicker and barriers shatter: too restored,
laughing at life, while so critical it edifies: those determined eyes, so hurt
by rumors, while unsaid rumor-giver capitalized: this old cadence, to discredit
one another, while looking for entrance: as never I could, at something
displeasing, while afloat an internal Cross: those jasper notepads, those
jasmine lungs, where hurt becomes those familiarities.
