by
pure
design
those
welkin sins so
close
it hurts to whisper. but
casual
creatures
indebted
to miseries so
elegant
so perpetuated.
it would become a hunch
while torn but justified where a man counts his inadequacies; it isn’t pure
betrayal rather than dislocation while one adores the benefits. I spoke with a
psych this conglomerate figure where it seemed uneasiness; this wellic
sensation to imagine one’s life those things we call with pride. such a vague
man such losing while winning where we realize an unspoken design. we count the
frequencies so cursed it feels distressing while so blessed we fixate upon
wings; so needed but devalued so pleasant but dislodged or so loving enduring
the guilt; for we forfeit seldomly, in pain feeling good, our minds as California’s
diaries.
it
comes by waves, either a disgruntle splinter, or an inhome confidant or life
working her magic.
but
linen sheets addressing his wishes so battered so illuminated; at that time it
was, but a loving feature, or something fantastic; this mind by fantasy this
film reopened or those all-in-serenities as hells upon contact. To know but
interior, or to fall ungracefully, at ill-sounding music.
we adjust to so much
these dungeons to have adored in these skies; while fluids mixture or others
participate so close so thrown as long as we play pretend; our comforts are
wayward where diamonds are illusion insomuch we cannot escape reflection; our
casual liaisons our number one encyclopedia while so threshed it hurts; black-moon-sunrise
or penchant heart-tales so devastated so reclusive; at burgundy carpet or
exotic champagne by pure resistance; so practiced it’s normal so indifferent it’s
easy where another is proud; our own kind, this person in you, while investing
utter faith in mystery.
but
sheer recklessness where another is at love or both are subject to nondisclosure.
by
instinctive
chasteness those
radical
eyes when innocence was ruling; to desire holy in order to become holy while
the world is watching; never would he touch her, those medieval years, but now
another has built her; our remarkable
altruism
our clandestine evenings so cured in one another; to adore while elitist to
have while needing so attuned to each heartbeat.
