One
is frail begging for strength as too frightened of vulnerability. We need you
indeed, if but our image, to lean as never ousted.
Your
potion is lethal where a man adventures but we are indebted to pure weakness.
But
daughters or mothers where we admire gentility aflame by neediness: as more
measurements, or fragile fevers, as too so damp, dreary, made by detriments.
I walk in private palming
magenta plums made into a void; this jungle of passions this angst in turquoise
so wild in thoughts; but a slender machine but a fragile element where we war
to defeat our greater beings; lemon with vodka or gin with peaches while
one is frantic to read it; those lavender letters those khaki churches at but
pinkish pumpkins; a bit much while languishing or sentenced to endure where
many figure we haven’t experienced enough; (so close to harm so fumed in films
where frantic harps have invaded France; mango mischief or granny so beautiful
but a man attached to cries); an orange with wines, or piety with hypocrisy, or
something unique, a man’s words matching his deeds.
I have a problem—so fierce
I whimper—where several thoughts are unreality; but a secret to share, where
intuition is at battle, we must connect or correlate as to capture something
made revealing a second after its passing; such subtle advice while too consumed
with thoughts but a man peeking through mental curtains; such poverty or living
by Eucharist our fever induced by inedia; pure deprivation or something
ingested while I worry about too much knowledge; life becomes motion, even
manufactured mechanics, but we must become thoroughly indoctrinated; this frail
feeling this fragile light while attempting to adore some creature; this lance
or this casket while Love purchased her burial plot: fruits or berries, cinnamon
or jasmine, at herbs plus seasonings.
Such
by flavescent sunshine or maize interior while attempting to become anything
she desires!
I noticed screaming eyes
or slightly withheld at tragic membrance.
It
was sentience our conflict, it was conscienceness our restraints, while apricot
sweetness pictures something gray; to imagine what I see this subtle intensity
one skilled, even sacrificed to Seduction; but rarity or coals or charcoal or
railways mid our city pathways; such a sunflower sudden into midnight our
whistles while time is deception.
We have something
languishing or something dying but an adolescent tint—those trenches or
termites as akin to our forest secrets where innocence was unbolted; this yogic
man this yogic woman while agitation premiers an atypical need; so fragile or
so bleached while appearance has become our deepest ally; those jasper edges
this melancholic ability or more, a man wondering if ever those needs to need
inscrutability.
Upon a petal rereading an encounter
while life becomes its reflection.
If but to adore you or to
ignore essence as a man listening more to incredibility; to own a slice of
emotion or to kill a soul at its perch or better to receive something two
cannot complete; but life is music or temperaments or flutes atop those
mountains: peering into abilities as a man privy to distinctions while to voice
life is to separate passions; such teary soot our muddy faces or those warm cloths.
This
interior understanding to feel but frail while aching mortality.
It
seems strange something odd while I see parts of multiple mirrors; to sit so
close to imagine such pain where to feel sighted becomes a delicacy.
I must pay the ante in an
arid world so bolted to mother’s existence; such existential machineries such
pragmatic elements while to burry becomes detonation; to fade out is impossible
to war must be discreet or to opt out is dowry to another; this interesting
case, where curiosity is of more import than humans, in such a sense it must be
excavated.
Such cult as scientific
such insight into majestic as creatures faced with immortality; this
vulnerability or those sepulcher dungeons at wage-cobblestones those innate
tombs; our Egyptian souls or Jewish synagogues our African tribes; at amazing
gifts at cultural furtiveness such flux into fever while one unlocks one’s
intestines.
