It becomes
me to adore such while languishing through feelings; sluggish activity so
pictured as normal to run off sheep with stories; our battling cries our
unknitted souls where never a voice such solace; abandoned to you so sunken and
gathered those particles to green seas; a palatial emotion filled by gnat tears
where Love knew for purple comforts; so lost in airwaves so crucial a machine
so at war with this nausea; such absurdity this silken rope and looking and laughing
those hopes for patience; too this way, reborn in a sentence, such confessional
comforts; those ways to freedom this warm ice if but to resurrect in something
miserable; this cavelike pressure those memories from childness as sick and
vomiting and looking for candy; our attachments so sweet our screams so loud
while crowds have stuffed their spirits; this tear to Peter this wealth to
dying those arms too afar to claim; where granny sits those bulbous eyes those
trite and billowing clichés; so adorned to suffer this thrill in faith while Agony
and Anguish sift through chaff; this number three agenda those sacred sorrows
where Love felt so beautiful; our dying frenzy as becoming our chaotic friend
so rough this light upon loneliness; to have for memories this polite person as
never needing but to offer success; so versed with this life so uncured and
curing or so inclined to capture the sparrow; our radiant contradiction where
eagles are hunted too if but this feeling in desire for those gifts; to dance
with pleasure to live life existence where something could vex and life be unrewarded;
to hear something whispering or to sudden a particular voltage as creatures pausing
but realizing its clutch; those cagey feelings aborted to adoration while so
admired Love exhales; this misty and mischief rain to have so dearly to win
and lose so closely; those wilder reasons so indebted our catharses while
voiced to night winds.
I get
low and feeling estranged as if society isn’t watching. Then it might come this
distinct location as rising in irony; to contradict realization to harness a
sky-jewel where a rocket might erupt; this theologian mystic this manic suppressant
or those features abrupt and weary; wrestling with identity those anguished
marbles if but to reunite feeling a bit unsteady; this relaxed nature those
gorgeous auras as but a man is this failing agenda; our cables crossed our
hearts fuming at fires and flames and fierceness; bought and bellicose or
captured and chaotic where bestiality chastises the beast; this heart made
darkness those extraordinary muses while convinced they adore this essence I exhaust;
but Love was such magic and Love knew remedies while Love was sunk into
existence; our untethered souls too full to mobilize where something holy is
taking place; our meta-physics, our daunting cries, so perfect in a thought
unborn.
Sadness
becomes this nature so accursed or blessed we wonder; this requirement to sin
this thinking agent at miracles and madness; so pulled by uneasiness to cater
to a feeling where reality points at tragedy; lost and found or reunited and
awkward adorned by something unmanifest; such awesome light those turns
churning numen so richly dramatic; to summons something censored or to
vanish in vapid winds but again a serpent of Christ; this radical assessment
those aging eyes so realized in particular scripture; to sense hissing in beige
corridors while trekking a desert vestibule—those huge eyes so stunned and locomotive
where essence states Love is at normality—as said and contradicted for Love has
a sacred council if but ruined by something terrific; to eat and be free to
adore and feel filled or at something too solitary to survive; this dungeon of
dinosaurs this loving hate or too unsure to meditate; thinking in grayness, but
comforted by plaid assertions, or realizing it takes but a shift to devastate
concrete; at purple droplets, left to this purple cycle, and filled by deep examination.
