I
nourish consciousness while unaware of you but silenced in arms and resonating.
So perfect to die so worthy of sacrifice those cheekbones those high-brows plus
long flowing attributes; as a cured vandal or a spectacular winner at deep
contributions to science; to see me in piano to orchestrate quickly as to give
that rare encounter; our experienced souls our long nonchalance while just
perfect unlocks our character; but a man abandoned even that second Love where
it was so easy to destroy innocence; this blank slate this slaked lover or
abused for rekindling and adoring something unrescued; those chandelier instincts
that ravishing intuition where one might procure a life if its needed; our
minds unfettered our charms relaxed if but to advertise something loving me. This
fever in us those walls in us while pure and unadulterated love might trigger a
rare effect; so much water falling so en-tranced and dying or such gut-wrenching
satisfaction—as laughing and reliving or city darts struck heart where one was
left looking around; this mannish ability this wild dragon where Love aches to
seduce wilderness; an influx of deserts at unknown colors while a mind wrestles
to identify infinity; so many murals painted to your horizon about as famous as
Guadalupe—those running tendencies if but to rebirth Jesus so destitute and
holy; our surreal eyes this death so marvelous to awaken holding a teddy tear.
Your
spirit haunts. I wonder about concentration—where soul-calligraphy has etched
up a monster; this world of sky-math those tender catastrophes while a man
wrestles with goodness; to bring Love back to earth to taste sweat or to
acknowledge when Love is unclean; this axis rotating this feeling subsiding or
this poem wishing to expose vulnerability; as a rare entity even a marquise emerald
or something God is on the verge of creating; this normal wand this galaxy afar
while so to earth agony has detached her cousin; this pendulum existence as
reaching out those moments hypomanic; to unlock a vessel to redream a curse so
perfected in something too human to applaud; such pure sculpture or radical brown
crystals where a man can’t promise his tomorrow; as needing concrete to arise
with love while playful and joyous employing banter; this fable we exist those
years that must die while this casket is too close to hope for invisibility;
this hard contradiction, this christic mystic, where works are essential to
manifesting Jesus; so far away and so close in-there but aguish is miracle’s
greater ancestor; such penchant for us those diaries flown to winds or this soul
churning centered in majesty; where symbols reflect and heartstrings renege
where a woman in most known for her wits.
So
possessed by cadence or so obsessed with letting go while something arises
demanding attention; this ravished fane our mnemonic history this hydrant and
flush where dessert might taste like wishfulness; for Love is shunning and man
is running to complete a lap and die where music is torment; but a dream in
opus-misery while effective unto a delight in hummingbirds; but ours is
distance and oh we adore such distance and ours would never touch blatant
sunshine; such webs and relaxion or such deaths and acclimation as forward into
something so precious; but pictures appear and dying is crucial while
invisibility is quite emphatic; but a man promises nothing and a woman might
disappear where reality becomes this lethal adversary; such burning wounds
insomuch a turning arc to unlock and reappear at a crucial impasse; but
actualities are expensive and taboo is regenerative insofar as Love willingly un-captures.
