such
dynamic senses re-reasoning concerning love while true passion is not attached;
this tremendous gift unto self and the beloved while human nature is
quite knitted; this living and flying this mount this suffering in cages and
angst those portals this life; rethreaded in memories looking through an
hourglass so charged so ready and so guilty; for passion was tender petals and
existence was given to man while resistance was given to suffering; this tug
this pull where reality is askew and diamonds are melting while captivity
starts in brains—this heavy wilderness this coat with glitter or a need for
something arising over-there; such by quality or such by lips uttering
receptivity where action is often scrutinized—those few feelings or so spread
into parts where such is losing its receptivity.
such
durian fruit such expensive taste where it was angels calling to adore
something so aloof; it drove senses it abolished our ghettoes it became metals
and glory or tides and oceans; to possess nothing but imagination to grip
invisibility at angles and churns pulled and tucked into corners; such fuchsia
roaring this gate breaking freedom this old apartment those ghosts—to die in
turmoil to arise in pictures while something contagious was ingested; our
battling wheat our weeds amidst our harvests while I really need that you tarry
for a moment; minds destroyed or re-bent while winds are suffocating and rain
is mangled; those goblin insanities so close an edge where forests and wildness
are pleading softer seasons; such whale bones at such whale births or too early
to convict our spirits.
it was
dungeon bliss such eloquent dissonance where the beloved was such ghetto
aroma; radical endearment such soothing and familiar candor where a man was
freed from gates and fences and released into unfamiliar women; so torn asunder
so stripped or skies at something a man exaggerates to live; those precise
clouds as they follow deserts such smoke and fire and mountainous Voice; to
drizzle something protruding from brains while I heard it so clearly; our
psychosomatic evaluations or seconds it was so loud while one is partly around;
such fortunate passions such outwitting of society or first to scribble
history; those rapturous eyes this bodily chemistry where I must in order to adore
the beloved.
it is
also us in this play where our author in reciting from this forbidden book;
such mindful living this fullness by existence to run and leap and dance and
distinguish; those clever inquiries this clever person as too clever to thoroughly
engross; as so close we envelope and topple but too so far we reach and feel
endless; while adored for selfhood or reexamined through personhood to imagine
enjoying our lives without ownerships; to settle this soul where one is afraid
of losing or needing a captivating guarantee; to beg by foreverness or plead
evermore while so engrained it becomes impossible to flee; those subtle
contracts this rationalizing machine while so accustomed they sing or cause a
bit of rain.
in
waves our scruples at this land of Mysterium those underachieving gated
rules; this gamut of fleeing from Rome to Egypt or soft upon a hawthorn
flower—restored or patched together awakened in a heart’s murmur so furious and
free and so uninformed; from South Central to South Bay those eyes watching
those brains computing; our loving realism so prone to particular touches so
secluded so uneven where it isn’t so romantic some days; but furious
rejuvenation and closing our Pandoras Box in arms so dividing and ever so
concrete.
