Each
detriment with anguish-silence to exist economic-poverty or socio-psychic abasements;
such friendly determinates while speaking with Satan where temporal majesty
becomes appealing agonies—as crucial machines reborn into harm-fields as
accursed where what is loved was commandeered; our tragic Jesus our Father’s
Intentions while most are having difficulty with Divine Providence: so alert in
you so close to you and pain is having its court.
We live
so rapt’d in ambiguity or comfy and identity sacrificed for perception in
dungeons and guillotines to imagine God’s Feelings; effluent sorrows or
effulgent miseries so suffused and abandoned a lone man with omniscience; our
ghetto gravels bearing witness as never an utterance while velocity is chasing
and penetrating deliberateness; our minds laced with telepathies our tensions
resistant to critiques and our reality so enthralled it’s difficult to break a
negative outlook; such ghetto ambrosia such sweetness in pits while looking and
laughing to manage joy; but children are flying and scholarships are flying
where a young woman exhausts several bulbs; this flight in anxiety this thrust
in angst so dissonant and determined.
I see
an apartment and fleas are ramped and this nice poodle must go; our engendered
essence our trivial debates while so intense and missing existence; our beating
hearts our revving skies while love seems so terrific; those younger souls at
deeper hesitance where something just needs mistreatment; our esoteric
persistence or our ghetto eulogies at gifts for one showing it has become too
much; needing disabuse but accustomed to abuse where gentility becomes
suspicion; this pavement of butterflies this summer’s loquat or cherries and
apples and debates over Original Sin: this dearth of freedom fighters or
frantic and fragile while feelings flame into fires.
We costume
conservation we live by all means and we are sentenced to tragic evaluation;
sensual silence overt and deleterious silence at bones and sacrifice re-gripped
and longing prayers; so serious in life so averted by life or placed over-there
and labeled as Others; such rich devotion or either richer conviction while
abandoned to determination; our shapes are often hostile or so obedient it is
ignored or so aggressive we become socially ostracized; our children are angry
agents our music tends to objectify women or such about something anti-universal;
our havoc hearts our deeper communion for tragedy creates Christian flutes;
such pastel involvements or such dark-murk abasements where certain creatures
are deemed as outsiders: this voice churning this musicality melancholic but
this ambition too driven to embrace absence.
I fiddled
with electric cars I pictured those lies and I never saw until I journeyed. It became
this un-identity or this emoted perception where deep thoughts seemed to avoid
me. The color of aesthetics drove internal cries where a man often needs something—he’s
unprepared to keep. This flagon those nights or sober anguish those nights at
something one needs to assess. Indeed, and we must ask and we must adventure
into what is a concerto? Or better this flight plus this adornment
wondering if one is able to evaluate an opera? Such small matters where truth
must prevail—it is those intrinsic arts that produce radiant characters; such
ghetto yoga or ghetto mystics or better a ghetto shaman; in this land of
divisions this element of profanity where most are searching for a particular
experience; our endorphins and such dopamine and such raging loud silence; as
obvious opaque creatures indebted to global essence at something too incredible
to ignore; as effulgent souls lost and driven where sunshine meets your
experience.
