Thursday, January 16, 2020

That Sudden Door


I walk this hallway semi-inert or an under-breath presence; something about love or something about forgiveness at something a bit inordinate; our cages with sweetbread our anomalies by apologetics so keen into something we can’t see;

such music in brains such random forces (to have met when it struck). But a man is stigmata those winds are foreign this feeling is charged.

I heard pure silence into forest through trees into darkness to claim light;

more a winning privilege or patient suffering while some are begging for Armageddon.

—to imagine pleading for death in honor of some hope while forfeiting this fight; but days are simmering where ghosts are embodying while gusts by doors are rattling; this old kitsch has become mother’s torment while so close to Stephen King; to return so often or to feel so familiar while loving someone comes too naturally—

I have subsumed traits or transformed characteristics in this attempt to please Invisibility; or mostly a person so cursed in our lives while wrong decisions come to aches or sutures.

A daughter would watch television some horror caption—sitting or cringing vehemently; those violent shivers thrown by suspension at something becoming a dream; a daughter might drop a tear listening to an inner chamber while flipping through stations; this valley of doors this intense reality or those days making up stories for something that doesn’t quite fit.

We live in something this forcefield chasing while our minds are ignoring our existence.

If but a true feeling one proffering guidance aside for being what we desire. But fire becomes conviction or agony becomes vengeance into something while undergoing surgeries; this one destiny to believe richly while running from humanity; to meet on adventure to dislike our visual while one sees something imperfect.

Such horror by perception if but to control perception if but to overthrow castles; such by love such by treachery where one becomes quite morbid; indeed, to release forgiveness, to over-exhaust it, or to believe that humans are inherently deviant; if given an opportunity, if but an unseen opportunity, while most would dishonor this picture.

I let things go unless it is to heart while I can’t understand chaotic paints; to make a film to create a feeling where one realizes it makes no sense; or to hold a heart so close it thumps while feeding selfsame heart bowls of vinegar; there must be deaths, they must come quickly, or they wait until an hour before we cross.

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