although
we survive we live in lowness accursed and smiling while encouraged softly;
such sodden miseries revealed in countenance looking to resurrect in our
children; our landmark sorrows our contention to exist or our opus barely examined;
such fantastic wishes such green skies so senseless such anger bottled and
crowding beauty; those lies about mirrors this tale in eyes to see and dream
our mental fangs digging into personality; those misty seconds going into
boundless where a daughter is treasured too much; while excusing our miracle as
mesmerized by phantasmagorias but in rich acmes a Swan makes decisions; so
dreaded this reality as one speaks about abhorrence in tucked clouds dripping
blood-rain.
I
was disenchanted with passion attempting more to conquer while this is a trying
mistake; such dry tempest such drier briers or thorns so gigantic they become
beauty; to endue our children with gems and existential wrath while hoping
tragedy never grips their breaths; if but a metaphysical suppressant to ensure
peace and tranquility or but to guarantee luxury life and fame; such epistemic
beliefs our souls debating the artificer needing succor love and compassion.
I rechanneled my
affection in a nearby dungeon where reality seems adversarial—this arsenal of
tragedies this mother so hectic or this plain deep unforgiveness; to imagine
such creatures to venture into their futures where life must acquiesce in order
to maintain something natural; this thin line this demon weeping or this overseer
exacting his repercussion; such stature in that person such eyes devoid of
nonsense or too much professionalism to imagine such reaching affection.
so thorough
a dirt garden and penetrating imagination or seasons feeling this charm; rocks
and sediments or richer introspection while over-there those dungeons look
grassy; such likeness this belief where we repent for centuries while something
is so close found in humans; this resonant ocean this yogic citadel or this
creative mental cavern; at days or weeks or years while afraid of something
complex to imagine Love in purple veils; to sense this region to know this
region while yearning for something unfamiliar: richer passions or heightened
sensories or pivotal intelligence—as a woman asked my name and spoke earth with
sights so ebony so pure and so forgotten; our trenchant heirlooms our night so
secluded or morning rushing and running rapidly.
such
retention and such memorized experience so torn walking down this pathway; those
vestibule flowers they hold your aura where it was us so dear those months; to
want for fire to live by water so forced to reexamine our eyes; such swelling
caress or pictures so close the internal eye as redeemed and feeling quite
lowly; this city of abandonments those schools those books or so afar from
quarters it felt good to become suspicious; our terrible thoughts those
ridiculous and treacherous thoughts in a land so uncured and so raw where
reality is detriment.
so threshed
and relocated tiptoeing abandoned buildings—so many sinks seated in the midst
of skies or streets my heritage but not our Swan’s—to exist around a cocoon or
to swim in a tree at slants and churns fretting something too curious; as met a
lady so abrupt a second and I swore I saw a tear; our tangled lives our
unwebbed entanglements at plush violets and serious quirks; living to die
forever this moment as dry and wet as one so filthy; pleading gentility or
needing something temporally at such greed to receive this dejection.
