I was ink and spiders and dreams and consciousness
where mind erupted this carrier of affections so engrossed in musical times;
those battles in Troy this alligator inside at something too terrific; enticed
to move forward, welcomed to visit, abased but unhesitant; our glory
re-baptized this fury so actualized where nothing becomes sweeter; at an
interior sawmill lost by forgiveness so abashed by purgatory; those mastiffs,
those hellhounds, while speaking afore our dungeons; our heinous debates while
resting uneasily to grip dear light amazed to awaken; but Love was stressed and
Love was anguish where Love re-spoke something ignored; our dearest distracter,
our terror and detriment, where most are blessed with tranquility; those fire eyes
situated in bases high those faces erasing perception; as purified creatures
spatial our nights where innocence runs away; with turquoise feelings this jade
blue sky and treacheries those years at wars; to wade and rue while kicking
boulders attempting to believe in biblic design—those starving pits, this
haunting vaunt, or so close we see every inch; those pensive quakes afforded
one radiant storm while depending upon convergence.
I spotted Love, those Clervaux eyes, a German
accent and sable flesh; so thin in size, torn by quietude, looking like liquor
put her to rest. I glanced by time, listening closely, but Love seldom gave to
chattering. Ladies in her midst they seemed loud where Love looked distressed.
This mean person or total projection while glimpsing inventory. I pondered
softly winking a ring where Love spoke about children. It seemed touchy,
prompted by a lady, where Love desired something hidden. I couldn’t pant. I
couldn’t speak. But Love seemed alert.
We resume to this cage, sights and milieus,
gemstones and tigers; such seismic currency such deep elevation or tendencies
towards fireballs; so long at wilderness, so desired for one tree, while
longing for wilderness; such a vast ocean, seahorses and seaweeds, while one
longs for but one mineral; fulgent embodiment, forest companionship, and
whetstone emotions; as furious creatures running into furious lands where
sweetness becomes something cherished; those gates and rivers this hillside
with screams or terror strikes this sight by love; our crimson sweat our
discerning intension insomuch as wolves are weaving redemption; nor did we cry
while sun exploded where particles lit interior furnaces; such unsung tempest,
such romance deceased, where we choose something instructed by others; such
adulterous education, such philandering poesy,
while verbs and nouns and adjectives fornicate with
silent kingdoms; such mothering adverbs such koanic sentences in so much we
never sense full mastery.
self-regulation, vital endurance, while
unmanipulated—these songs in essence while splayed asunder and seeking something
sweeter; this long sugarcane this garnet rose at perils with self to abstain;
such kernel nectar, sensing this aura, while many are conversant for a reason;
if but to imagine but ten unique traits where familiarity becomes quite
natural; sublime fusions or fissions and mercy as key determinants; an ember
personality, a viable voice, and such selfhood thunder; to create what we adore
insomuch as what we are where realization devastates our ecclesial; such
transient shortcomings, such ethereal undercurrents, so small so vast; this
parameter of ghostly waves embedded within flames while so cursed to exist
craving pluralities; a man with spots, a soul with briers, or so addicted to
this light; filmed in fumes, fretted as alive, while it dawns that one must
exist.
