I
think about you—
wandering
yonder,
picturing
a creative creature;
but
some things trouble, it is true reality, where some are playing delicate games;
but death be gentle or eyes become intrusive while essence bleeds its genetics;
to
loathe a man for science, where a rift has appeared, to do so much to become
immortal—
this
field of lullabies this baby but a palm while another is thinking of another;
but
years as tools or castles as rules where critical analyses speak to resolution;
so destroyed in patience trying to outlive conviction while needing to believe
some humans are good; this essence with family this dear creation while others
are getting to know you; but days are psychs or gated therapists or many
insecure agents—
with powerful tools and
writing capacities while wrestling with demons; so crazily we act such
underpinning rituals or compromised ethics; this color angle those
perpendicular rectangles at something we call attraction; our women up against
odds, while so powerful, but something speaks to wavering actions; it becomes
dramatic it becomes a true challenge where most opt to exclude them; such needs
screaming such pathos dreaming where I want you as long as no one else sees
you;
but
you dear Love a Viking at seas a warrior at battle; to have so much to live like
queens to have become the best of three worlds; a flowing brook a caring
sibling an adoring mother; indeed, I run remiss, if not to mention a loving
step-father; those capable feelings those treasured grandparents while many are
at odds with philosophies;
this
war I partake this feeling I engender or radicalized views dependent upon
histories; so cursed to live it, or so blessed to exploit self, while a true spirit
controls his anger; hereinto, this cultural static this welt appeal where two
are at odds and needing each other; this volume by design, this simplistic
language, while a true man loves his community;
but
seamy sides or silence, but hells havens or hardships, at palatial pride and
phantoms; to ache excessively, to enchant adoringly, at salience and seclusion,
or fierceness and fiberglass; indeed, your memorization or this vexed hostility
as but to have it and clear through it; if agony or autonomy at sullen stations
to xerox a copy to God; but something is true in this land of economics we each
desire someone to explore; such havoc those eyes so informed those brains while
aunts soar to deliver something existential; such science in souls, such
galloping and grinding, such jousting and jetting; but a curious Swan with so
much to give while learning levity and pain. I do apologize, but, too, am
present, while something in me is quite critical. I anger many but not
intentionally where if we occupy self, this discounts others; but never for guilt
and always for mental excitement while I hope to read your prose.
