I
haven’t faced you so inclined to erase you but mental-intuitive-genetics!
I
know one a power-figure but too alert to feel innocence; where a child is culpable
or an ant is deliberate while humans are fair wars; to die in this while living
in this so pleased when Love is sociable.
I have courage to exist
in this small pond while you infuriate something in surgery; such acme shivers
at shimmer or parade while sex is so nonchalant; to imagine or experience while
flux is delirious this pain this suffering those fireball extravaganzas; our
gut-curse this strong chaos to become a human in dissonance; those seismic welts
this earth candy where bull-dung is unfulfilling; so many oops such shame or
disgusts where a man lunges at his reflection; a circuit stressor an effusion
of pure bile while defining humanity.
I
sung spirit in this sloth of diamonds so determined to convert existence.
I
now refrain as lost in loops at railways and feeling unnurtured: the soul
whimpers at mystic fury where it tortures this essence we ignite; but much more
this fire or rebuilt by negligence to negate while devouring sorrow; as
imagined something delightful, in a sphere demanding its demarcations, but Love
has a contract unto death: this light-song those dear experiences while two can
become too close to divide; this fever we beg, or this question we answer,
while so close Love must run.
I saw a peephole into
this unstable future while nothing is pure reality. I tried understanding where
a man is gentle while a woman knows her legs are wobbly; to imagine a miracle
or so enthralled while one grows weak in another’s essence; this furious war,
this gut in shreds, while a man prays to our skyline.
We
rely upon axioms those general comforters where passion confronts our pillars.
I was so cool, in this
region of dice, where something like magic occurred. I was ensouled with fervor
but never for determination while found with a neighbor’s compass; so awakened
into something uncanny where the mind is aching for a jury; indeed, too far in
to escape, or to afar to win, while some things we live with throughout
existence.
It
seems incredible something we publish or interior a romantic, outwitted mind.
I return but skyward. I leave
to an inland its dice. But courage to exist comes with courage to endure. I
have an inkling or something artificial while I share in intuition; but a torch
in mire but a feeling in pixels where reality is quizzical: our future memoirs!
