…so
small in there so dynamic a ghost such trenchant deliberateness; or assertive
chemistry and chemic spirituality at guts to scratch a wrist; like panting
harts but essence is blood and rivers don’t flow; such helium by conception, so
conscious and livid, so miserable and powerful; those public aspects this black
sheep while you determined a perfect persona; our baffled eyes our new lives so
small so deliberate so determined; those tears bleeding those real life tears
as one dedicated to deceptive honesty; so dangerous as popping into valleys
while this was a living proposition; such private contrite amore, at gates
unlocked, so favorite into losing us—as devastated creatures so gothic inside
so small so acrobatic such petite crevices; so risqué to claim attraction but a
man desires power; those bluish moons those jasper stars so thrown and desiring
something taboo; so therapeutic so psychiatric while looking at one’s lowliness….
I thought
amore in such a setting while you looked nervous. I retreated more for favor of
something enigmatic while too much forwardness would have seemed immoral; such
immortal creatures such Buddhist tenets or so into science it becomes spirit; such
rapture this smaller community where energies are so susceptible; those gelid
cries those fiery eyes while so deliberate it becomes perfect sorrow; numb and
wheezing or pure and filthy in such a fever days are uncontrolled; so close to
him while he favors ghosts but love is something so permanent; such haven
customs to give and ever will this planet so temperamental; but a drowsy man
looking at a drowsy woman while reasoning must become inert—if but to fly if
but to die as creatures so close to winning; so listless this second so into
you those moments while unattracted to you; such crazed souls, such aggression
from you, while so much a whisper.
I’ll
let that go a man streaming charity a boundless untold saga. This deathless
voice this penchant charm so sullen such beauty but unable to commit. This jungle
of feelings this wild and incredible space those auspice beginnings; but a token
to her but satisfaction in a moment but a social symbol. She needed a feeling—this
deeply untold feeling—if but to feel like a doll. I saw a sign to ignite
emotion where most men are in need of romance; this faucet in turquoise those
jasmine daisies or this sweltering undetermined passion—this lethargic revving
work while it becomes alive where a man brought that to fruition; our misty
visions our palatial arcs so cursed in one where it never cared much.
but
a clouded future such celestial furniture so caught in there so thrown for
baffled; as a problem for life or a machine missing screws by which we felt
completed; those blessed features those small jitsu palms or such tai chi
gusting winds; to need for something they all desire this ruminating issue
while meditation becomes sights; this raging sea this interior upsurge those
pastel colors; such deep unsuspecting pride laced by revving agonies where glow
becomes sorrow; our nightsong to have saw one another while a ghost may have
appeared; these everyday gestures found in all peoples our bags dropped and
gazing harder; something crept something lethal while I retreated; for love
said something and love invited life but love knew for black sheep status; this
ridge in fences this do for death entrance to die feeling goodness; so many
eons between those days so much pain to envelope while if read I’ll feel a piece
of something winning; such drumbeating, such removed veils, such silver and
porcelain; this fever is me this resolved feeling while it appears suddenly;
but a studio of pictures those invisible pictures to imagine there must be an
image in order to be a picture: Nay!
