neither
too confused nor too clear while I meditated in earnest; a tear for his soul, a
measure for his legacies, but a father I never knew; so ironic this current
milieu while understanding with richer clarity; this phantom called by love
this land of honey while its opposite sits and waits; so untold to mother so
lost at deserts while some things come to me with agitation; to adore and want
to adore or to anguish for so adored where rationality becomes mythical; to
demand of you or to rely upon you while so near a radiant cliff; our guts and
traits so familiar they ache or so afar from recognition; to die tenfold to
arise tenfold while it took years to start freshly; our grounds for sewing our
harvests for reaping or so thrown another has reaped where he did not sew; but
beauty to alarm and fierceness to unwind where one might love until it kills
us; such nonchalance such deliberate behavior where attentiveness becomes a
liability; so clever as to retrace oneself, or so unlucky as to know for
losing, while we each are ripe for an overhaul; our marvelous undertaking our
sordid underbrush while debating our serious expectations; such comfort in a
friend such dedicating easiness where to imagine is to lean into loving; as
creatures uncovered so blatant to this horizon at lifts and currents and
fireballs. neither too confused nor too clear where such love is intrusive; a
person looking yonder where reality is here and it hurts for I must act—if but
to erase something if but to explore probability at rights and restrictions;
such a fluting arc so sweet such melody as captured but tugged and gunning; our
depraved inclinations or our trained dying where it was such but it affected
sensorium; those flowers in color those ways so unrested or those feelings
while speaking sweetness; to settle and lose to hear such music while a person
would expatiate to your spouse; searching and expecting, if but a discerning mind,
while fragile and fair, a bit mistook by existence; so many are losing and aggravated
by winners where one might say anything if one might listen; this feudal
atmosphere as most warring internally while I want more for you than I have
ever had.
it has
become those roads passing hitch-hikers while protecting our investment; so
comfy in misdirection, so unalert to greater folly, at mental presence and
emotional fossils; to adore like essence to seat so into you where it hurts to
adventure into lost lands; our palms imprinted our agonies languishing so at
force to heaven your embrace; so fretted at times while such a liar to self
where one listens and senses disaster; but much hasn’t changed although self
has changed where there is definitely several faculties thinking; those levels
for some those others for indebtedness and those for something we can’t explain
rightly; those fiercer clouds this fiercer woman while persistence and
listening becomes an issue; so outrageous it becomes, so at needs to offset it
becomes, that men are wondering why women are so mean:
this
given responsibility, while to enter this world, as to return as the purity
that left; such a serious sound and some are going crazy if but to imagine love
where spirit resides; our minds feeling healthy our souls feeling secure and
our lives matching our linguistics.
so,
with life to inhale and cloves to fiddle at trefoils and damages but aloft a
passion for you; at estuaries benighted by promise this rare feeling where a
man realizes the weight of his blessings; while seasoned for winning it takes
mutual demands where goodness is but so much of the watermelon; our rural
habits in this fantastic city while wolves are debating and looking closely; to
have such candy to release such emotion but a weaker person submits; this dream
we possess where some guard closer as imagined our existence by fire.
