relodged
or delusional, such thieving options, where most evidence is subjective; to
pull while tugging or to argue while scything at some depleting angle; too
cursed to exist, so divested of innocence, while most activity is superficial; as
spontaneity haunts where is seems required insomuch as we reason within; to
disappear but so close or to agitate from over-there insofar as but trenchant thoughts;
those particles abandoned
to this abyss where reality is often mangled; such delirium such passionate,
intimate delirium; to have much in us or to perish twice in green-sun where
phantoms advise such living; those dear cries those broken clouds such smoke
and fire and voice; if but to have opportunity to unbend our winds where so
much anger stifles breath;
if
but to relive aware of our circumference.
I
cogitate our days this dreary monotony or the vulnerability of existence; to
have those shadows as creatures destined for experiences insofar as mainly
passive observers; such agony in resistance or such devastation in acceptance
to gaze over at a child living our algorithms; this edgy dungeon or with joy in
passing while permanence becomes this Herculean cycle; those tall walls this
dripping faucet at so many facets to break silence; our feudal expansion our
global skies while a man would give persistence for an unreasonable passion;
this spatial magnificence this creature too extraordinary or so far into his future
existence offers treasures; those mental treasuries this angst and boot or this
aluminum sink; but a man saying nothing into this hardwon war such hardwood and
pestilence; those crawling antennae, these jointed segments, while often a man
feels buglike; insomuch as loving incredibly and dying various curses to lose
while forgetting those few wins;
but nights were worthy where
reliving was justice to have a dearer capital!
I swish a swig and feel
emotion where agony has never but such sugar; to live in breath to find God in
energy while this bulwark has it boundaries; this scientific theologian this
reality chaser while many sit stillness expecting miracles; as Love would argue
and Love would die while Love is pure activity; to return to me as I return
to you this speaks to effort and determination; this faith in your reach
this courage in our senses while pushing harder those stagnant elements; so, we
come to difficult space, where I need to speak with passion, but it is here
that love must be averted; those screaming silent eyes or coming to this space
where realism seems unenchanting; those magnanimous voices those entertained
ghosts if but to hold tightly through a thunderous night.
but
I shall sing into desk-built horizon so fair a creature so relaxed and seething;
our wins and grenades our souls and palaces where existence seems so necessary;
to have lived is delusion but so sweet its affliction where I was encouraged to
live out velvet-covered delusion.
