…so
spatial in this zone loving those curly endeavors; those porcelain eyes that
quadroon complexion as a terrific made perfect divinity; so unfastened to sense
life so fastened to pickle danger as a creation built in Invisibility; steering
into sunlight affected so steeply as something becoming quite stern; but an
absent warrior or but a loving friend so sensed in an adoring atmosphere; aloof
to this science so kosher a turkey sandwich while beloved an interior created
in warmth; sprouting lively reborn in magazines or but an opened brochure; to
love with diligence so careful about privacies alert and chanted into turquoise
rivers; (this thing I hide in loving your essence such ousia in brown
crystals; to scrub patience or redial an instance so pure groveling over an old
grave; those doorways this hall of demons to stare intently and scream; those
disappearing entities this fueled galaxy as splayed asunder those parts becoming
dynasties; our shivering souls our blatant distrust where something did not develop
according to plan; those tender castles this tender map to invest in something
extra-ordinary—this Swan valley those swanic cures at a place so intimate ducks
are hanging closely; this squirrel empire those rabbits with lettuce or this
curious butterfly; to confess this ineffable adoration this love streaming in
fire or something that tugs unbeknownst to thinking agents; so meta-physical,
or slanderous towards epistemologies as created souls trying desperately)…. Those
trumpets blast this triumph might survive or lost to vestibules hawking at
realism; our needs to deconstruct to unbolt this fallacy if but to lay hands on
a particular rightness; so enshrined by dysfunction so compelled by pure
emotion where winners are incorporating rationality; but yours is triumphant,
and yours is deliberating, where something chaotic is tugging at reigns; this
fair beauty this casualty of self while restored in an incredible distinction; such
mystic growth thrown into crevices while something redeeming seems insoluble;
those icy replenishers in this indecent wave at something too indelible to
ignore; this cavelike mental this serious complication or miles to this freedom
by absence; our re-seasoned hearts those blossoms in autumn or resurrected mortals.
I swoon
in spirit such dervish absorption and maintained by Invisibility—these fleeting
hostilities this mountain too low while we feel such sickness; our rebellious temperaments
our thriving dejection where some things seem to disapprove with something
hurting; this feral battle those fueled frenzies but such splendor is realized in
hopes; to die each day as Junoesque machines so involved in mystery and
pain; our souls aching our minds afire while carrying an iron collar; our
ferric chains our flourished agonies so close but so far where reality seems so
un-sensical; this gray insanity these blue billows if but to feel so perfect;
this embarrassed lot these outrageous feelings if but to adore something so
hurt; this place in love this anger in love so cavalier as speaking about love.
I conjure
up a feeling livid in disguise at terror and fright and this one spirit; so
energized in mystic fever at something too gorgeous to complete; our people
coming into harmony this grief in syntax or such rubrics for children born in
limbo; to hold so closely while alienating too closely to find we fit into too
many ridges; but a tremendous eagle so fair in beauty to fly and sing and
dance and flip earth; our remarkable hearts our realized earth as sung and
sought flippant at seconds; to announce a winner this quadroon philanthropist
as knee deep in architecture; those loving aches, this adored sunrise, to find
heaven about your countenance.
