I
entered pain as an infant sipping our inheritance and laughing at profanity; it
became normal pride and destiny’s ghetto or something echoing while tugging a
softer spot; this dream for Jesus, this welt for Jesus, those eyes as damnation
for Jesus; so aloof to circumstance and never sold an agenda but let loose to
figure our uncertainty; this guilt city those pure irregularities and looking
at behavior so crooked it prayed. I would have perished in you if but to learn
love from you if but wings and shattered acorns with you; this reverie nightmare
this scared young island aborted to schematics and diagrams; those special
places seen as infantile while a man is debating belief in nonbelief; those
seconds are clear they shun upon anything those dynamics—our concerns with
something manic to see and hear glowing uncertainty; our days at limbo our arms
in shadows or this running into something proving unhealthy; but yours are
rules and pictures, rudiments and charms, if but to fixate over something
American; those eyes languishing those lemurs echoing or something right here
in our lavish cities; to sense a threat to watch closer or to demand certain
behaviors; our youth waning our bodies aging while we prepare for a gracious
and triumphant exit.
So
much promised to young susceptible cries as eager agents arriving with pure
openness; while a man drifts into dust patches and looks at his ideologies
accursed by disappointments. Our mountains so intimate our attachments with
certain obligations or our lives so concerned with losing stability; a man that
close with all of his brains a puzzle where all the pieces are hidden in seas;
our days at that different space too alert to see properly with others looking
and making demands; this desert estuary those desert cacti while mud is pouring
into tropical visions; this unvoiced scream the river raging or this raft forsaking
every standard we once dreamed of; to hold sanity closer or to appreciate
normal feelings where no one can predict fully those private layers.
This
want for absolute certitude and absolute pavement those absolute promises; but
semi-wrong abusing such concrete for we reason it shall never pass—those unsteady
emotions this incredible neglect while so close to one those walls move inwardly;
our mauve debates our cherished horizon where a man needs something eager to live;
as challenged souls and gripping tightly where a given second is a deadly omen;
our balanced passions our balanced selves unreasoned concerning a watching and
measuring hourglass. Those darker holy cravings, this realized capture where we
understand those claims laid upon us; such art and music, such literature and
polemic, while a man attempts to keep unsteadiness in order.
As
a younger man beauty meant tolerance and wits meant appearance while unsung a
feeling gripping its juice; those carefree passions those electric eternities
where one is too gorgeous to commune; our aging process our deeper
understandings where we sacrifice for certain payoffs. Those violet skies those
velvety feelings at such force and human balance. To read about certain
novelties and such desolateness so alive feeling unborn and dealing with
something unreasonable; to have our emotions, to un-study our wants, at
something too amazing to appreciate warring.
