Those
chandelier crystals as they blaze into eternity so close to locating her
phoenix; at ferric black sand or topaz cryptic lakes while unfathomed as a dire
creature; our genetic castle those winds at something mis-identified—to become
so comfortable to resist change or this sluggish nightmarish emotion; so young
with exhilaration such a fugue into existence at a private piano: as a woman
dies she has lived and a faithful woman is a King’s Crown; hereinto, our
shivering spirits this spatial manifest those dear drastic fires; where a Swan
estimates and a mother ruminates and a doctor cogitates: this need for your
perfection this island you must disembark if but to capture and conquer our
unanswerable seas; those planets in shells this oceans in octopuses or this
seahorse guiding its soul.
I
ponder such studying and singing and excitability.
You
possess a cave in there those walls are shadows that light is destiny; as not
absolute but a path towards excavation where rants are a major distraction; we
look upon the rants we undress Proverbs and we walk away with wisdom; so filled
with feelings so much estrogen and testosterone as experience is pouring into
occipital lobes; such black and white decisions at such gray impasses while one
asks forgiveness for their sins; this fitted reality by which we rely upon
this gift even while actions are carried down contrary paths; to know with
certainty this act as maleficent some expect that with performance such action
shall be redeemed; it becomes chaotic this un-socialized behavior while we
designate certain titles for such behavioral patterns.
Love
has become commodity, both Love as a verb and Love as a noun.
I
imagine a few pet-peeves a few strong dislikes and a radar that is becoming binoculars;
this steep component this moving vehicle or this unanalyzed reality concerning
kids with heart-ships; this sixth sense, this geared intuition, where welt and
weal have become depth and insight; to arise Sunday morning, to grab a leaf of
tea, and write one paragraph; such sensed tranquility such unlocked trapdoors
to reread and locate a piece of your humanity. I imagine a romantic tinge a
thorough vocabulary and a niche for communicating effectively; those conversational
jams, this conceptional jigsaw, while jibbing and jousting with ease; but
moments are awkward and sunshine seems to disappear where emotion flies into
orbit. I imagine a temperamental Swan as dancing and rising and feeling a bit
cozy with pensiveness; this reflective atmosphere this moving gravity while at
times crows are crowing; our mechanic behaviors our sincere behaviors or those
few friends that arrive on time behaviors; our tingling ears, our touchy arcs,
at something critical but intangible. I imagine soda pop and cookies or chips
and dip—and this hankering for cheesy pizza; indeed, a few thoughts in this
address to lighten the heavy ether.
It
appears clear to me this debate in us concerning right behavior versus opted
behavior. Our waves wiggling and wrestling our hearts shifting and churning
into this forcefield both somber and meditative. But life reveals it valleys
and vaults open without warning while monads are singling out other monads. Remain by
power, Love!
