I
caught the bell, I was unsung, I gunned and chanted; so prophetic to soul you,
but nothing biblic, where you do much soreness.
I
die to believe in more than humans while seeing the best of electricity.
Such
patience in naivety while a cultured woman cries where it was life to have met
you.
This
curse by closeness this cooler made warm these penchants made explosive; too
stolid to adore you but too aloof to redeem me while modeling us is sheer
surgery; so much debris such a trenchant dungeon while I peek at you by colors;
so courageous in you, to know what gives magic, or to fathom why a man exalts
you; but a pure creature, too, a little deception, where one is growing wings;
those fulcrums those feral frantic features while so recluse or born unsteady.
Terrific anxiety or reaching angst
while succumbing to letting go.
Such
lemons with gin, our sainted mothers, our ambivalent holograms; to live like Precious
or to know ghetto exponentials or to arise with memories in black; those
hurdles those hell-havens such heat such trenches; a man always those screams too
reluctant but fretted at knees so strange to inheritance; bold dark feathers or
oils with intimacy those raspy nibs; so delicate to dying such psychology to
manage while answers were so elusive; at pictured eyes or jungle undertones
where music seemed to infuriate dilemmas. This man laughing it hurts those
measures failing at such fire or grass while navigating an unchallenged
depression.
Upon a raindrop such
emerging geography while a nine-year old just smoked the underworld; such as we
never mention those designed this thrashing while mother was needing something
by longer praise; the girl expired her distance afar identified by teeth; in
such terrible passion so alert it aches while every knock built hope; silken
knees at full pledged prayer or something to confirm Christ; this open belief
while it must give fruition—those eyes too aloof to claim.
We siphon understanding
thrust into deliverance while seeing existence vaguely;
we cleave to glimmer we prostrate before glitter so designed to worship;
our
kleptic tendencies our religious tussocks while gripping scriptural garbs; to
imagine incoming rain demanded by innocent hearts such symbol steepness.
