I feel
you in clinches, this miracle for us, while something exigent by fate; this
profuse ocean our dreams floating our sun budding lives;
as
pure creatures so indebted to Mother our souls undressed and bathing in Mary;
this
cliff such galaxy this reasoning might humility a spirit in those curious
palms;
such
Colossian mystery, or man as a nonentity, or cries so uncanny; those emotions
that way, those tears at a soft pillow, while sheets are sacred comforts; to
imagine respecting mystery or unphysical portraits as clever and enigmatic
anchors;
this
pull with controversy those minds excavating while it isn’t the anchor;
but
rather mankind, this glorious fever, where one claims infallibility; but a
smile deciphering by limited understanding while the world is awaiting your
design;
those hand-paints,
that impressionable sibling, or stepfather and a bucket of something kindness;
this fury in souls those honors unrolling at deeper ecliptic gifts; to overshadow
infinity to become a confidant or to aid energy in its destination; those
pearly eyes those Cajun eyes while living a delicate dish; to adore existence
or to feel tugged by existence but filled with deliberate verve; so succinct
but making mistakes where at points it becomes embarrassment;
those
specious designs while intuition grimaces where one is want for you to believe;
our salient agonies our stonefish feelings while reaching for ambrosia; if but
to assuage guilt if but to stand upon solidarity as a soul void of mishaps; if
but perfect parents and do-good emotions while calamities are so barefaced;
this
breach in us this characteristic as souls dunked into water; to burgeon like
swans to hydroplane and dance while existence will cadge and dash with screams.
such caprice
decisions such universal anguish and such effluent impulsivity; but ours is
this challenge and ours speaks Swahili plus ours is European; to fawn over
sentimentalities or to live a guileless life where pure honesty is but an existential
crane; if but another life while tackled by hapless circumstance where mother
is a jewel attempting to make something feasible; so headlong into atmosphere
such mid-wave passion or those rare seconds wishing for a miracle; those latent
voices probing our unconsciousness while subliminal messages reach our conscious
brains; such opaque seconds such vague importance trying to placate
irritability: a mere tyro with much to discern while it’s natural to waver over
decisions. but determined souls have reasons, in this plight convoluted by
love, where tension becomes so emphatic. those dreams are reachable this feeling
is absolute while we must generate said feeling. our cultured pains our tillage
by soil or a brooch so delicate a man thought about its inheritance; such relic
and choice such par excellence while sought by something indebted by mirrors.
