sweet
holy morning such soft resonance such softer resurrection;
by
complex regions or immortal appetite while nevertheless, our Latin American faith;
both
fiat and doubt so torn by Jesus where true fixity is part mythos; to
ensure but concrete, is to unlock abstracts, where we blend our perfections;
but abruptly and pure uncertainty while haunting certitude; this losing feeling
this winning conglomerate where like-minds debate more faith;
to
arise in Yahweh to die in our Ghost or to incarnate with Yogananda—such frantic
fire sun universal weakness insomuch as our sacred need.
but
pathbreakers alongside aloneness studying pathologies; such capturing insights
and true of some person but freedom becomes our enigma.
I first wanted science in
those fields of passion while before those islands; such plurality such
postmodern chaos while instability becomes our controlling nature; to invest in
an approach to feel utter disregard while one is still pointing at submission;
such sweet holy morning such advocation while no one is listening; insomuch as
flying lower, or a part of this conglomerate, where we prefer to say, Community;
such disguise or powerful requirements where we demand something that listens.
such languishing prayer
such deeper expectation where life needs a spirit-transfusion; our realized
ropes out welts and determination where many desire others in order to asses
themselves; but morning is sweet such aqua feelings or haunted by an intangible
reality;
this liquidity light or
lightfast resilience so ruthless so small and demanding deeper respect.
but
a captive emotion to suggest eternal love or to register our needs; this
forever forgiveness while cleansed and redeemed where nothing is too great.
we look at human love this
conditional creature and we determine a weakness; but normality doesn’t test,
indeed, a wrenching understanding, making it easy to utter undying loyalty;
this unspoken film while most are referring to natural disasters, but many are divorced
from such a pledge. Our keen-curious souls: Our desire for dependability: Such
sorrow and dreams!
we need something immortal,
by this essence of feebleness, to become certainty.
