Saturday, January 11, 2020

Dug by Dungeon Delivered by Dungeon


so torn by you to imagine our beauty where unmentionables have transpired; to hate our laughter to loathe our sanctuary while condoned for unrighteousness; but beating skies but cymbals high our tribes our terrors our tambourines; those eyes spent for defensive to have so much to touch shames; our compared lives our rich alienation at something too terrific to reclaim; but battling anchors thrown ashore so elegant those nights so deceased come mourning.

as a delicate tale this heaving witness so comfortable with pretensions; by deep distinction to despise those winnings where it was by greater differences; our fixated cross this bleeding catastrophe out of something heinous we breathe resurrection; such tinted hearts such playful disaster or such cadence passion; to elope with God to ask for grandfather or to kneel and die afore grandmother; such honest cries to have loved experience our mothers so those seas.

by radiant dishonor to have put life to flesh where rationality becomes pancake affection.

it would fly gently this daughter by deliverance while a group is chasing our confessions; to read those suggestions or to meditate upon sutras while cross-referencing, or crosspollinating, scripture; to realize such unyielding dejection, to ponder such reaching projection, but hell is most pleasant these days.

I drink these souls where knitted kindly while stolen from this creation; conversing with walls, or traveling hallways, to come to a happy door; this film dogma for an audience, or this person bent upon life, but I wonder concerning elaborate ethics; where right becomes its harness or thoughts become their sachet or malaise becomes a sign of deeper distresses. this dungeon party this sinister angelica or raging concerning God’s inherent nature; while I must confess those dreary days while dragged through tales—but life so unveiled so re-vetted such a resurrected miracle. those unpaved beliefs or strength in fantasy while purely stating all wrongs as another’s malfunction. I go astray in something never answered while becoming something Taoist; this motion by passivity this lime by prematurity or this elegance by unreality; so chatted in you, so afar from liquidation, rather by curse to hide misdeeds.

so
many years have
passed, dungeons have become homes,
where status-quo is quite ambiguous:
it gives security, it must by pains, while it appears unnatural.   

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