Our
frantic complexion our evanescent eyes our cores or screams painted in fresco.
Those
days by boredom those mirrors losing texture or our battle for pure correlation;
as interior younglings or advanced thinkers where this has become labelled;
these
dreams but our years, those fragile fears, looking or pillaging or deceased;
our undead wishes our
zombie aches while literature has something but riddles; such passion discussed
as moving motion while one would yearn but never appear; if but our skyline
this skyward phoenix but details speak fire. Our elements our sanctions to
awaken trekking nightmares!
Such
condition or riveting predicament by flame or existential torque!
I have needs for you this
infuriating confession where resistance is intelligence; such metaphysic
boulders such demarcation so devastated, thus, made dramatic; such flimsy
beginnings a man lost unknowingly while unsaid man sold himself a scream; by
higher standards as never such undercurrent where an underdog is labelled for
tossed asunder; into garbage existence or sewn into imageries where constant
inculcation kills by silence; this sitting pigeon as she watches gravity she laughs
violently. Such to deserts or unfolding wilderness so close we hate the
stickiness.
I
have needs for guidance in a world forcing independence or confusing dependence.
Those
iridescent tentacles while security supplies sanction in an environment where
humans are racing: we date in fifty second intervals, we decide in our
conclusion, where we mate expecting this universe; however, so alone at times
so uncured feeling cursed where encounters are lathered with hopes becoming
visions; such eyes that dance for me such pain in ribbons or such comfort
without deeper reflection; to ask concerning nature to need by security or to
have, want, advertise, while participating in fires.
Those cynical vacuums
those tears in pillows or those statutes compromised; at religious conundrums while
spacing out scripture or hands to winds feeling defeated; but spiritual
creatures warring an unbreakable ailment while reknitting childhood
memories; such electrical moments if but to locate ourselves while change is
ever in flux; our richer becoming, or secure skeptics, where this
provides modicum comforts.
I
have knocked or tugged or proclaimed gently; as one needing something but
uncertain of what It needs insomuch as our needs are surely made compatible.
