I sleep
while awake or I awaken too sharply agitated; this pain in roses those tiles in
brains at access to something nightlike. I sense something sentient something
indebted while thrown into riveting silence; this need for something incredible
this life so many options while elevation comes by literature; to celebrate dying
essence or to congratulate pitted loneliness so fair such sadness so enthralling;
those longer sentences those dynamic triangles where it was heaven to enter. I close
my eyes and imagine that cave as walking and stumbling into a brighter future;
so alert we ignore or so baffled unto clarity where relaxation becomes eyes
attached to us; such deep throated laughter or to seat seductively while I never
understood love; to recapture innocence in something born to die as fire fumes
into a frenzy; such autonomous agriculture while growing wildly such a glint
but such an aphrodisiac; to adore sensuality—my heinous paramour—so gutted by
flesh so addicted to flesh where flesh becomes deep ritual. I disappear these
days lost and abandoned while pondering something I do not know: those attitudinal
gestures, those grainy eyes, so touched so thrown while becoming normal; as
barely an interest, where life is suited, this swimming adversity; but a virgin
those days to give relations if but to hold eternity—to die a little to unfold
a little so undressed so found while an orgasm is a small instillation—this rationality
called death those petals so sharp those clouds turquoise passion; but I loved
life this faint ruin while some feelings were miscalculated; as if to arrive at
love, to have that relation, while to assert this is love; for days are
challenging and irritation is high while I see more those signs towards
frustration; insomuch to have patience insomuch to adore winning while we come
so close to deep friendship. I met a gypsy such rich affection such a man’s desperation;
so gentle a creature so lively a woman while days were like lost centuries;
this science in souls this longing on hold but Love disappeared; this nomad
existence those core cravings while a soul might revere California. It became
evident to me those deep feelings for I saw something familiar; this legacy of
energies this circuit into brains while a psych might suggest something is
missing.
I
color into marigolds so soft a tender feeling abated and living while Love is
greater indifference; this want to have something special this need to love
falling into Love as two become mystery; our hacksaw intensity this beauty into
miracles while a woman might alter eternity; those impending goats or this
unlikely sheep while Love became permanent; this fair-skinned creature this
deadly host if but to imagine our incorrigible attraction; so sick we die so
enlove we live while it becomes hard to breathe.
So,
we lavish blue excitement and blue is misery while finding deeper comforts;
those days watching gently those disregards while a man is searching pure
intoxicant; as sick men loving into oblivion or needing something found
irregular—this desire for Love so deep in channels where existence isn’t found unless
we live; such sappy understanding to adore like dying at fair soul abated but
yearning; this caption in newspapers this feature in magazines or that one
picture in brochures; our terrible incites or those regular feelings to surpass
normality headed into insanity; to sky in blood to adopt irresistibility or to
release a deep chunk of dying; as critical creatures and giggling hysterically while
so close it hurts to be unglued; those legs for statutes those arms for
reaching or such deep deception in order to maintain love; for life is terrible
without you living and pain is beautiful if but to die in us; this fantastic
lava, those rich manifests, as crooked but it matters so little to love.
