Saturday, December 14, 2019

Through Agonies a Person becomes a Guarantee


I care in you, for no greater reason, than I fear in you; the loss of trees and oxygen the gaining of zealous misery or the design of broken glass;

to love you like sinking where space closes in if but to love you like winning; so into this fracture this beast those cherry blossoms; such awkward fruit such fluttering geese while beauty has never appealed so tenderly;

our parts as ownership so secure in dying with you while something remains in our attic; this banshee those chains as liquified and furtive; to imagine another upon such sweet flesh our brains clash and fail their culture;

as a man lost without you or a man searching to find you where reality must regather its ghosts;

to adore for no greater reason, or to come back to life, affirmed in a glorious and re-filtered smile.

I have cherished flying so close to wilderness so afar traveling through your reflection—as a mere extension where beauty is gleeful and thus I am gleeful; this pool of probability those spools of our kisses while breath has never tasted so exciting; those sweet stems those florists in our garden or Zen and Christianity; so clear for our argument, so divorced from pettiness, while charm has never enveloped this way; to think so deeply, while rethinking about blankness, where a man is childhood delights;

our violets by Neptune our measures by Venus so spatial so Jupiter; to skip signs for it has no pressure where each treasure becomes its own definition; to rave over passion, if but to crave more passion, such an island we’ve created.

I die in you, only to grow in you, and for no greater reason—

those seasoning eyes those rejoicing eyes at something too terrific to chance; but our fortress so invaded by demons as something inside has become trauma; our commiseration our sickly berries where such speech crucifies a man; to know by execution so splayed asunder our dreams by our guillotine; to enchant this fever so appropriate to live where anxieties sprout flowers.

I care in you, for no regular reason, then I evolve in you: watching hands cleanse shrimps or the aroma of rice or a refrigerator filled with delectable items—

this curse to adore, as to soar our hurts, so inviting into this queendom of fire; our crazed jealousies as a person’s securities alongside thorough accountability; for if others are worth gold than ours is mere copper and one must perish those sources of diamonds; as cavalier observers but a glance to interrogate so wrapped in eclectic science; such realized angst embodied in atmosphere to come so close to a guarantee.        

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