I
dream somewhere I get lost there I have a private universe.
We
see cauldrons plus feelings activated in behaviors; such plush carpet leading
into souls while a man gets familiar; this revving energy this thing a man
desires while one is preoccupied; so, a man walks yonder he looks for daughters
as he flies skies forbidden from dreamers; such contradiction, such fair green
antennas, while sable brown crystals are alert.
Such inspiration while floating
through contemporaries where many are explosive.
I
saw a scream, it was wrapped, or tucked, or languishing in a portrait; I asked
its name, it was reluctant to respond, but it drifted into me; such to carry,
this film in legend, while something aches to notice travesty; this fulcrum,
Love, this black movie, while so multicultural.
If but to ask a question if but to
retrieve an answer while we hurt so tenderly.
I prayed like a mantis, I
ate a daffodil, I reread a piece by Frost; something felt elevated, this
recurring essence, while a man falls hard for a peaceful world; such hushing
sentiments, such blue navy moons, while a woman is a private dialogue; to die
in this furnace while laughing gleefully or agonizing over energies a man can’t
conquer; indeed, at this notification or plenty into a tornado where Love is volcanic
resurrection.
I met interior this
saffron sun while it seeped into my mansion; so ripe or unsteady longing into
this journey but never such reaching silence.
To
speak about pain, to trespass a fortress, is to claim qualification.
I hugged a mannequin it
came to life where one was curtly honest: I was sleep deep into my fears
where essence became fantastical motion. I did not realize you until I felt you
where I then read you. You have disturbed me I must hurt these feelings but
obviously I must return home.
So into our desires while
risking so much in essence to retrieve our parted souls; this destiny for
survival those levels demonstrated where resonance becomes reason to
drop tears; such mud with thickets such mayflies with flames or such flickers
into something he never understood.
This
knotted pendulum, it creeps at moments, while, therein, I visit this
aspiration; to need deep exclusivity or something interior, while mirrors
reflect your face; this man so dead at it, this funeral my casket, as I attended
feverish with desperation; to arise in your courage to die in your mindstuff as
something too established to feel hindered by flesh.
