While
radiant igloos we deconstruct love at feelings such texture but New Age; this
Fifth World this space so intricate our lives becoming our contemporaries; to
listen more those ropes to encounter those attitudes to shift and churn in a
few minutes; so much of you sectioned in sentiments abused by something
incomplete; those Jewish caves those hibiscus and mandrakes or so beloved
Rachel has reknitted red strings; but nightmares are friends, disgusts with new
life, and tender glass shards pierce into our sociality; so much never to meet
you, or casual a scene at night, so thrown away by promise; our shifts that
second feeling like winners given to atmosphere; this crazed level those tombic
bowties or uncanny and split in pairs; our brains at evidence our emotion at
tug-of-war and too close to actually feel this stranger; as all I see, but
beauty and rain, while an avalanche has rehashed into a volcano; cursed for
Adam this unfair inheritance while we sense something required; but Love is
deeper eyes, richer sophistication or too crooked as a straight line; those
rubric creatures so prepped for sociality but a tint of something mastered; our
bubbling clichés while addressed finally to demand that poets present humanity;
so mailed to me this talkative furnace those ashes made for Wednesdays; but
passion appeared in ice and Love was pure evidence where eying or dying or
resurrecting. Those interior inconsistencies in this consistent rehearsal our
stages becoming our morning mirrors; at so few miracles this incision into
existence or so familiar we make our moments; those conscious decisions to hold
for dearer tragedy rereading something losing its appellation; this misnomer
hostility this mis-channeled adrenaline while so frustrated we haven’t acted
according to an expectation; bats sitting but peeking, aye-ayes debating love
letters, or lemur eyes pouting with deeper clarity; this woman in red, or this
professor in blue, or this psych in denims; our womanly collars, our feminine
feelings, so casual about chaos; assailing our artists, or gathering
grasshoppers, so religious but secular; as reaching for fire to thirst again
those waters in pure hectic turmoil; as a dearer creature splayed in eight
dimensions while existing this Forth World; those torturing kilns those avenue
cypress or those knotted and knitted gnat wars; so there in seconds or too pure
to believe or so low belief is all we rummage. This tinge by affection those
curly nouns or so involved with mystery life is passing over miracles; such
acute acreage, such anatomic alertness, at language appointed by misery; those
refilmed seconds so into another fury as demanding accountability; such
responsible lovers such cured deliveries as disappointed to die for particular
flame wars; our senses separated so attuned to sanctions at tears bubbling with
acidic pains; while devastated by ravishing candy or demonic a feeling
screaming for mercy at some terrific person acting our parts; those hazel
wagons those sable lieutenants as rushed into this cannibalistic
prose-harbinger.
I
felt more observant than that immediate fuss where reality loses its grip and
enslavement; that place we throw to silence those wolves we unleash our souls
becoming ravenous; such scented accents or radiant confusion to throw bodies to
dungeons; this place about blissful tragedy those fires underground while we’ve
yet to speak but screaming our good-mornings; such atmospheric physics our
under-heart resonance insomuch as flying for feelings but frantic; a bit to
rectangular silence, a tale about hexagrams and pentagrams and threshing too
deep to recover; those delirious cries those apples seeming insecure or this
fruitage warfare. In fears of you or so unwrapped by you where it felt honor to
become one with you; our lives demanding principles where some are this second
and others accommodate eternity; so fair our selection our fittest inscriptions
at such encrypts and atomic literature.
