such
guts and souls so erotic so explained and too secure; to die eternity to exist
in minutes so insecure so petrified; as touched and rugged or too gentle to
satisfy or so humble it re-tigers its essence; tied in this removed in this
where absence appears as normal in this; too far from its location glancing
into movie models or accursed for lust and holy behavior; those names come to
fire those angles come as dire so flamboyant or so shy or both in this lantern;
at Asian symbols attempting those darker insanities if but modified and under
closed quarters; this miracle by heebeegeebees this reaper skeleton at
something too terrific to put faith in; those cryptic crystals those trips to
sanity this intestinal feud; but adrift in those meanings or casual a guitar
while eyes are speaking mandolins; those etched demons where they belong to
existence and they pressure behaviors; as uncured humans and stressed for
closure while adding too many ingredients to our existential; ravished and
released or unhealed and seeking while damages have become this million dollar
visa; but marigolds are watching and distress is unchained where one is outgrowing
their chambers. We nurture adult innocence where we become vulnerable while
inside one carries a creature; such multiple personalities attempting to grip
sanity where resistance proves catastrophic; so easy to devoice or so tragic to
re-voice at something killing its audience; our moments rebuilding in deciding
this space insomuch as becoming this new person; such elevation or deeper
shames while glowing, nonetheless: I sense you a thought so clear but never a
given sight to adore; it becomes a different language so furious with life or
so accustomed to watching every motion; such security in battles where art
becomes our travesty—those faucet risks this faulty noise thereinto this ditch
clenching and cleaving; such riddle and conception or such bandages and wounds
while we depreciate something we’ve built; those indifferent ravens this
kingdom in brains or those architectural deactivations; where too much becomes
our cares and too little shifts our appetites while just enough leaves us
cravings.
I gather
in you and I harvest in you as such a respectable and wild and dignified
mirror; our incipience so gradual our ruins so emphatic while a man has clung
to something he can’t destroy; such sweet thoughts or deeper transference while
a soul must be careful; renewed in this instance but saddened near future or
philosophic about something so gray; those subdued passions or craving
something ridiculous or asking for something we can’t trust to maintain; our
battling islands this communion inside where total exposure becomes an
obsession; so alert in our moments or so tethered to our scars while embarking
upon experiential rendition; as foggy creatures existing in cloudy skies or so
effective we have destroyed potential; insomuch as too much honesty where a
soul corners itself or a soul is forced to live a perfect impression; our wars
with rationality alongside this major hankering if but full measured treasuries;
those caves in higher mountains or those visions while resting that space as
confident and insecure winners.
I could
imagine something this index with letters or this penchant for something
terrible; our deeper deceits those boxes we roam where self-avoidance protects
something secure; our minds as trained devices and our souls as screaming
closure while something tends to leak out; this eventful watching so close
it hurts while so secluded in this ravenous world; or open doors raging inside
castles and laughing while dying in segments; this undertaking this undergrowth
or these things we shall never expose; such fire devouring twigs or such waves
eroding walls or such oxygen fueling flames; this thing in you this incurable telepathy or something gentle and dedicated while tending to both sheep and
goats.
