Thursday, January 9, 2020

Daughter Dungeon


With deep stillness this believed miracle to find such inexorable faith.   

Those leaves by gentle nights those songs unsung this feral fever; to love like agony to invest portions while age becomes wisdom.

We have darkness this little reception this coarse anguish.

It would die with me while needing unbelievability some miraculous sign; too real to ignore too ignored as untrue where anxiety builds.

Those teal eyes those elements in breaths as accustomed to sitting in stillness; but an incredible creature so filled with particles our days at papier-mâché; as remarkable sorrow would heal an angel insomuch as dyeing futures; those deaths so swanlike at segue unknowingly; such adamant resurrection or polite disinterests by some sort of choking; so many rooms so many Jokers while makeup is too thick to unveil.

By sharpness a slant involved with motion while analyzing the real creature; this lake of clouds, those brooks of meadows, such crooning by echoes; our abandoned beginning our hesitant  medium at something uncreated; as sackcloth soothsayers, but a destiny to offend while many wish for submission; this gravity by wars or this choir whispering at talisman or detriment; peculiar plagues at peculiar mounts while essence bleeds its Swan.

We are unsteady, unfamiliar, or unprepared.

So much to tell a story, but greater to vet a story, while it feels good to be superior; such poignant pains, anvils or anchors, rules as chaos, while floating by fire; to say so little in a land searching for structure while people are creating rudiments; this uneasiness with God, this great assault, is more for his position.

It was his mind in straits it was emotion unstable or it was that dungeon of lies; such horrible angst such horrific destruction while laughing as windiness; too prolific to alter or too destabilizing to court while no one was jotting notes; to imagine a friend, those disturbance stories, to reflect upon multiple heinous injunctions; but we decline a hearing, we opt for comfortability, while we turn watching closely.

I never say those things, while feeling fretted, where most people crosspollinate; if you knew your history, these brief years, to imagine how it came about; but souls are grateful, or apt to switch voices, while one of her treasured joys came by us.

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