Forgive
the sunshine, indeed, forgive the sunflowers, while a theologian forgives anxieties.
It
was young fire made unorthodox flame so fretted so circumspect; to sense in its
aura a particular agreement while it determined its action; this repels into a
balling curse while some will attack; such pavement and so deliberate while
most priests are guzzling cement; but more by color or mis-reasoned moons after
lakes have been denied; those coursing feelings this raging earth to find more
are discontent.
—it functions well this
is ever a challenge for it seems independent. such opaque bars such steel
toilets plus a portrait of St. Paul; or beheld as lonely and condemned for
content where majesties are gray; such lurid persons at deep discontent where
neither shall win; but agitation or frustration or flippant complex castles; a
hymn for Jesus, but humans have freewill, where often we need total autonomy; a
tress for spirit a moon unapologetic or a daughter this warfare—while mother
was vicious and father vamoosed where they all left dregs abandoned; it’s not
enough, for one is strong, and we must remind him of snow covered dung—
—a delicate pearl or a
strong woman or something uncontained; something gnawing, something foreseeing,
or something rolling dice; those vague subtitles, at a real battle, where
people listen—even understand—but can’t charge the subtleties; to run a risk,
but it’s hell either way, where we sense that one is psychotic; this means
something, but not as advertised, in truth, it means that person is a step
ahead; indeed, of those predictable things, those predictable responses, while
the psychopath might like you; such delicate mirages, such informal
documentation, or such systematic pushing—
How
to pride blackness, this nomadic color, this sky of tombs?
It
takes predicament it takes private discussion it takes a level of acquiescing;
staring at footlights or un-advertising abilities or tugging at skyglass unbeknownst
to regulators; it takes utter silence where others are free while politely
existing the stage.
It
takes endurance while kidnapping pride by scarlet lettering; it takes a gray
sun or a dormant ambition while others are freer to chase designs.
—we each have some
struggle, some city-tribe, some unequal measures to undergo; or maybe it’s
subtle, meant for distraction, where two or more practically disgust each other;
such clear ether, where they can’t let go, if but for utter annihilation—
