while
winds wrangle or sawdust sprinkles those eyes meant for waltzing; such delicate
energies refilmed in earth those topaz treasures; blood diamond blue or jaded
Swan where loyalty might destroy; this faith in beings such green
unwelcoming faith to die fever to electrocute mother; but a priest’s interior
but a nun’s reach at both pastors and deacons; to argue soundly to seize
detriments where liquor might diminish sin.
too
many days pining those tacks to brains this fount and pain.
death is cordial, such an
invite dreary nights, so multi-colorful; but a slave’s mattock, but courage to
resist, or such emotion to carry; this boxy feeling while nearly our flavor so
cursed to have loved destiny; this push and pull those serendipitous conclusions
so sacred but confused; seated next to redwood whittling a heart while ants
debated their trail; such woodshed labor our all morning tasks while rebuilding
without pillars; lost for foundation, those oceans re-fragmented, our sunshine
held captive.
we
walk wiggly our condition ignored while habits are forming; this silence
message those salient meteorites so sullen upon our seas; a pigtail and
deodorant, jeans and top, over familiar breakfast; to give eternity or overlapping
morals while consistency becomes impetuous; but the Swan sings she ever hydroplanes
such soft sweet feathers; our road so empty while we pass lizards our desert so
intimate;
if bishops could sense
something so engrained where we exercise an exorcism; our music but silence our
tables but witnesses or those few spiders vying their orchestra; to rethink
some allegory but to hell with banalities where two are warring to maintain
mental hope; such miracle in bread such life in the host where a Swan might
respect deeper individuality;
as a blessed creature
sorting through behaviors or maybe unaware of intuition; to give pain
definition, or to remodel sorrow, where one has hobby, gift, and determinants.
such Parousia eyes or
permanent passion while deciphering between extremes; needing catharses but too
young to know differences while elements are so new and brilliant; to get a glance,
if but to undress veils, where we look in a mirror and decipher our image; such
ecclesial palms such existential elephants at something that appears and
vanishes; those data-banks where a thought arises while mood teeters but
shifts; a mother with questions, a father unread, or such an unfathomable condition;
it becomes bothersome such blight by weather or an unkempt garden; this
roadmap fire those pavement vines to readjust by moving emotions; this evening
in you those trees in you plus those metaphysical branches.
