I was
absolute silence so charmed to have met so bashful and sickened; looking frantic
disturbing winds as a whisper so softly; so charmed to exhaust us so gleeful to
die while hearts shape like crystals; those years enveloped and resent to sender
as a letter mailed out to lava; too curious for you too many questions undressed
while Love whispered her name; this fool for roses those violets as witness or
this orchid a softer diamond; our liquid Alleluia our deceased timidity
a bit too comfortable to permit absolute death; our teleology or vacant
ontology while cosmology seemed unappealing; our coffee and cakes our licorice
and dice our morning activity; but I felt this chasm this hole while mystery but
imagination—this creature this uneven lover so infused by cosmic detonation;
our mendicant monks this fury in dialogue or so indoctrinated sadly—those abused
dreams those courageous screams to break free and look for minds alike; our
gravel, Love, our sore displeasure while trying at obedience; winds at glaciers
and skies at horizons where jasper pants those deer; to palm-feed a mare to ask
for her permission while to enter felt like dynasties; our humbling replies our
humbled arcs while too much humility calls for indebtedness; but Love knew
music and Love knew arts where such science was sweet and vinegar; our
abandoned seclusion our revving attributes at The Getty acting like children;
such sweet innocence such volcanic lilies as diving into something
unforgettable—those sharp havens those shattered beliefs while dynamite sits
and whispers its dementia; such candid fire our souls spinning to collapse mid-wave;
if but sweeter agony or sweeter vinegar as accursed and ecstatic.
I asked
a clock its origin I received indifference but something about the sun and
moon. I spoke at high-tide my palms on my knees and my face erased as
nonexistence. I zeroed in on zest this incredible haven while reminded about
appearances; this voluptuous creature or this petite albatross or but a glint
into famous beauty; our chased souls our chasing hearts while one needs
security where the other desires eternal youth; but a mention for anger, so
accused of shallowness, or abused by thoughts seldom by fruition; our
imaginative lives our pure delights where one is so terrific; this painting in
acrylics, this posture its postulate, while feeling too pagan to remit sin; our
classifications our indirect screams where Love knew agony. I asked a rug its
name, it laughed and jested, I walked away. The horizon is mythical this mythos
is challenging while logos is losing oxygen; where deficits come to mind
a man aging and underdeveloped where daughter takes to a sacred teleology;
to amuse at times or to die those waves while strong enough to grieve; as
unveiling sorrow and rechanneling Bhakti as something definite about our
catharses; or this fever it struck where if abiding our destinies would have
altered; but here’s a thought—a zillion dollar woman with a thousand dollar man—so
incredible this way, but like forks go together, and silverware comes at
different calibers; to pair a vase with a plant, or to sing in soprano, where
another is banging idioms; this feudal dilemma this devastating mixture while
Jesus and Artemis might clash; this vested obedience this deeper requirement
where some are not equipped for utter abasement; but we must contend, there is
something to it, for rich humility is often glowing fantastically. I opened a
drawer and looked at my life where some elements were quite boisterous. This passion
in me to exhale and reveal where most are cleaving to a particular rudiment;
such breathing by inhaling where existence is quite finicky; she has her preferences
where she uncovers her dislikes in a world where only a few touch stardom; our
days in this circle and searching for breakthroughs while irritated about
maximizing—those potential gifts while undressing futility at a feeling that
might be false; this grand maya, our grander screams, at some pasture in
deeper cogitation.
