I slapped
a pillow and heard your voice after so many years.
I huffed
gently adorned in mysteries and somewhat found.
It tears
intestines it gets easier but I hope we haven’t erased mystical(s). Those
sullen keys those misery strings while galloping and trying to sustain venom;
this olden cry those embolden reasons while gnawing upon persistence; as tides
envelope our moon and green-blue seas become flesh at terrific scales;
so relieved to feel
so broken by bars or running seashores screaming at eternity; to imagine those
palms rubbing a younger macaque or city warfare besieging our whispers as
children bound by existence; at tender emotion but a fantast with sin and sweltering
in purgatory; a promise so long to knit, or a sacred climb so long to manage,
at something your heart might phantom; our stippled lives our incomplete
reasoning while something harmful is forming; it shall return for it is
embedded and voices will tear the atmosphere; so unbolted and so bolted while
ethics seem inappropriate; it becomes this freedom language, as doing our concerns,
where reality is but a myth; but savor breathlessness and amaze anxieties for
their shall come a crossroad; this tragic rite those tragic decisions where
passage might alter existence; but Love is innate and Love is miracle and Love
is mathematic; such centaurs watching where hegemony is law and individuality
becomes a threat; but those are passive and mother must pass the torch while
symbols dance midair.
I ache
something fierce while a bit indifferent for substance is so shallow; to sense
our mirrors while aging through maliciousness to wonder about our orison glow;
so taboo to mention deeds, as if buried in diaries, if but to suggest a closer
read; this failure in time this familiar failure in time where we adore this failure
in time; such rapture with clarity such heavy ore while conscienceness tends
towards joy; but we rather hide and continue our course where our community is
infected; but yours are rhinestones and rubies and topaz turquoise—those dreams
by fruition those lights deigning those screams echoing throughout infinity; a
casual suture a sullen disposition while wandering this existence; searching
for roots lost to something keen while wrestling a clear identity; but riches
are present and hebetation is present where something richer shall long for
embrace; maybe not me but something pertinent where insides reach for this
outer person; those gardens losing zest, those friends not receiving it, or
mother a bit incomplete;
it unveils with
order this world of anti-structure while rules tend to set demarcations; but
evermore a dream these three wheels while reality is a mirror inside a soul; to
suggest surfing or to dazzle Disney while forced to return to self; our deep
dissonance, to imagine it wouldn’t hurt, where most are entertaining their
roots; but what about you, this gamboling spirit, this high energy; to dance
one first time, to glow in essence, to look upon self with clarity; a full
package, a darling horizon, albeit, wars are necessary.
I can’t
appease darker skies and I can’t outrun bullets but in time I can reveal
energies; those mental sanctums that island they painted or this reservoir of
ancestors; such fulgent ambition to soar through college but a creature chasing
her vision; made privy so early at something difficult where trust might become
a probing concern.
