so
convoluted so confused while maybe too much faith in others; to imagine
smallness to take such for granted where each person is grandiosity;
these
headlong cattle this rattling battle where we need for others to submit;
but
Thunder Body or Agony Weaving so precise so dead such a legend; this field with
butterflies this hummingbird with diamonds or water-caves after deep droughts;
to
fluorescent stardom such a glamorous garment if but to die looking into widowed
cries;
this mirror the other-side
to envelope while returning its intensity; accustomed to fawning while feeling
embarrassed but such agonizing penchants—
—those
few at mercies this milieu at curses while a canine keeps coughing up
platitudes;
arranged in you—my sweet
destiny—as one afforded resurrection; to feel such fire to flute such frequency
as found the freelance flame;
this
terrible traction this terrific terror so touched and tormented.
it
was first treason this love, it was second satisfaction our wrongs, where
ethics kept kicking our glass; such prose by volume, such cognac by sweetness,
where a little lady was tragic for conversation;
to imagine one steady
where riches flounder and philanthropists lose; but Precious needed admiration
and Precious filtered wisdom if but to rage over something petit; so far
over-there, this livid smile, where Love wouldn’t compete for a colored man;
but days are clear and nights are moonshine while stars are arguing over
destiny.
so
taught with vengeance to have adored panic while Agony thrived and soared and
became hypomanic; this degree in each client those things so sensitive where It
peaks unbeknownst at times; to imagine such fervor to fret fantasies while
autonomous agents;
this sheer delicate
symphony while attempting to efface emotion where a man might try to adore
exclusivity; our pantomime silence our mannequin loudness but a maniac enlove
with this evasive phantom; those desks speaking as asking for cigars while a
television stares and feigns indifference; to adore like crazy, either daughter
or ghost, insomuch as fleeing freedom. such realized pain as to appear in our
guts while Anguish parades for fancy; this pinning tragedy those gated eyes
while it was nice rain—these terrific clamps those hooks and crashes for one
such innocent calamity.
