It
seems insignificant to arrive at hostilities or to adore a fantasy.
But
a man solicited or a creature advertised while nothing was actualized.
So
steep into wine reminiscent of rainbows while riven over something inevitable;
this train we chase this pace we trail while realizing something was destined:
those redeeming energies
to spark a volcano atop something becoming venomous; but volume eyes this
temperature unreasonable this pensive dynamite—to love a creature as to wish
them incredibility but to botch our resurrection; such a restrained soul but
tender or sensitive while I’ve trespassed; such theology such trigonometry or
something too pragmatic to actually summons emotion; those existential
equations those rubescent experiences to go so deep into our reservoir.
So many locks those fiery
trials while treading philosophic weather; to draw lines to build sandcastles
or to imagine precisely; our favorite ideals our perfect persons while so
selfish it aches; as unrealism or wishful beliefs upon an occasion to sense
mind-motion; so close to reviving so reluctant to die while despite hell I have
invested—this machinery metallic those angry curses or knowing it is easy to
lose stability; this fragile island this frailness that lives at fair voyage to
try again.
It
is subtle this shift we must realize it. It appears at proximity to imagine
thoughts as pure psychical energies; these particles those thought-prints while
uneasy.
We worry our minds while
engaged by existence where many are living out metaphysics; but Love seemed
something in essence so blurry while encased in fire; inadequate observation,
where desire depends upon needs, such sensitive transference; or asking
questions observing nuance while plucking sensitivities; our crucial cruxes our
courageous arts while agents determine such requirements; a tight circle those
dear distinctions while life is always looking at neighbors; such coveting
natures, and thus, do not covet; so prone to idolizing, and thus,
another rudiment; too close to realization so prone to manipulation or so naïve
as to tell one to ignore his perception.
But
enchanted, as night hovers, or so much a phantom; losing vitality or far too
spatial where ordinary angers have dissolved; too unsteady though or too
unbelieving while distressed, nonetheless; wondering about perfect love this
titanic electricity if but death before detachment; a man with wilderness a
wolf with hostility or a bishop disavowing his tenets; so rebuked in me or
asking for clarity so confused about motivations.
