by and
by forever those glasses regaining as catching up to concrete; to take it so
lightly but to need this realization and unwilling to give bone and life; our
miracle forgiveness or to have never forgiven and to imagine this disposition;
our
angry souls replayed on high and so accustomed to a smaller hut; those feelings
like fury, this flurry of profanity, where it was pleasant to loosen us; our
dreams in crimson our piano upon waterfalls at such grievous undertones;
to
embody anxieties or to welcome unremitting love such chronic prophecy. it was
days walking to look upon the horizon and see a symbolic smile—those mountains
sandy-red-brown those hills unrelenting mauve and birds are bullying sunshine;
as a
man with essence to suggest our parlance while embedded in scarecrow monotony;
or laughing softly over a pale-gray moon while life is delivering its thoughts;
those red robins so perky and cheerful while a mind rolls back through time.
by and by
politeness at something tender fusion while awake but slumbering; such dirty
brown eyes such heaving upheavals about something unchangeable; to hold as we
do or to locate misery and screaming to sorrow, You forgot me;
this alienated
reality these things a daughter agrees to while we deceive ourselves; to need
this picture to whetstone a hunch while reality is punching at mind-waves; it’s
not their place to accommodate it’s not in their nature and agony has cornered
this lot;
we shall die with
shame and we shall live with lies where inquiries shall be placated; needing no
investigation and omitting key facts while feeling unnecessarily proud; because
winds whisper and behavior comes to speak where others watch gleefully; those
exotic wires those craving suns while realism sets out to devour comforts.
he was raised by
dysfunction or baptized by Job where nights are warm in orison; such sweet
tears or unlikely odds as souls’ clump and fumble gilt in survival; this
out-spaced reception this failed inclination or intuition missing its pin; to gather
realities to part particles while asphalt seems so abstract; so enlove with
hatred this opposite coalescence while so hurt others feel something;
at tender pavement
rereading engravement while Timothy suffers determined doctrine; to harness
this innate reality, while some are marvelous, but our mansions are designed
for determined affiliation; too coarse for mainstream but so gentle to children
while Love aches over behavior; some things too dark and shall never be written
while some are too undelivered.
she was
framed by tragedy as one losing her feelings where intentionality became
systematic impetuousness; little thought but pleasure and few memories but
misery—so relaxed and somber; such radiant sadness such phenom talent but so vague.
