We live
to conquer this aura of malaise this sawmill frustration—those influxes; as
deliberate accidental creatures by radiant exterior remapped and silent. I watched
as time surfaced this reunion of ecstasies this mandatory infusion; as coming
into beingness, arriving so early, reflagged or suffocated; our pensive
hearts as pensive souls re-flowered but feeling something steeper; those
romantic gazes our interior survival as jewels cut to perfection. I loved as
immature spatial or demonstrated but never so involved as suffused in another
human; our indigo years painted in comforts where another is offering pure
aggression; to have for deaths, in something half loved, becomes
quasi-absurdity. I look as needing so eclipsed by marigolds while forever isn’t
a symbol too lightly; at richer appeals at deeper mountains accursed and pure
with fire; this island of daisies those extended beliefs so effused our minds
are sprouting; to have infinity to die with eternity to share but one
existence; as furious creatures outwitted by emotion so fused into something
undying; this field of forces those burgundy shields while so elated its hard
to breathe. I thought by wefts this threaded miracle so at battle and
contemplation; to adore reality this myth by radiance if but subsumed by
incandescence; those blue stars this red moon while revelation has come to
perish; those bright lights those funeral rites where Love dined in the purest
sins; our radical anger rechanneled into sexuality so fierce those turquoise
feelings; as reeling presence or devouring heats at such treacherous concerns;
to see existence, this ravishing gaze aborted for something so nonsensical; to
know betrayal, to have been sentenced to deaths, while Love appeared so radiant
and effervescent; those chivalrous teepees, this destroyed self, while
immerging as this unscientific fuss. I’ve loved caramel; I’ve dined with
porcelain; and I’ve become oneness with ebony; this life as so afar this math
as demonic where one needs something in his youth; that fair passion, those
romantic thoughts, prior to becoming warn and jaded; this terrific silence,
this terrific curse, at forces and blades or a clump of skies; our rainbow
terrors those alligator jaws if but so terrific we held when life was hard; at
deep repentance, holding our positions, while eyes water with serious fury.
I become
sad while pondering sickness as one needing strange encompassing(s); this
egging and aching so furious as devastating if not approached rightly; this
consuming destructive passion this warm ravishing heartsore where agony is
welcomed as purchased achievement; to live and receive to feel and believe where
something biblical is understood; cacti bearing witness, deserts upchucking
ghosts, and spiritual hands anointing such obedience; this fever in our acclaim
this mirror in our veins if but so attached our souls have forfeited anything
else; this mind in me, so exiled to love, while redemption comes by resounding communion;
as creatures so close to graves to have outwitted death so cured in this moment’s
breath; as lavish hopes often come with disappointment it becomes difficult to
piano anything grander.
At
dearest concerns to have died so early where reality has become a victim; so
impressionable where women were most holy as now a creature fending off demons;
to adore so greatly this familiar essence while never looking at blatant advertisements;
to come to our sanctuary so pure in thought to imagine life unwringing it
tortures; this present need, this unenchanting feeling, while life is so deeply
its curse; so fueled to believe, so determined to possess faith, at every turn
looking for majesties; this friend in her this crooked creature while we
absolve our personal blessings; to run with existence, to seize three breaths,
so aflame a forbidden curse; if but such glory or such disappointment where a
best friend is one prone to sin.
