such
small torque sudden into ignition or tortured by silence; by rubescent screams
such passionate ruth but so improper at parallels; to keep a man fetching those
feral dreams where intention is postmodern; those cabinets or drawers such rich
decisions while bathing in sulfur.
I have nurtured silence as an
unspoken creature accruing ulcers.
some
uncaptured feeling aching into marrow or seeping into sociality; or firebrand
trickling upon a gentle island while time has become deceptive; such rabid
emotion so tortured but sweet too unnecessary to lay its claim. those cavelike
dungeons those protruding antennae while we nurture plankton; but a remote
kindling or purple horizon while everything appears differently.
I was averse to thoughts I wrestled
willingly but I was untucked by resistance.
while
reclaiming self it became apparent this hold this locket or those keys; such
exotic skies where pain is joy or melancholia is breakthrough; to arise with
you to become torque with you or days in lone-thoughts with you; but trembling
or shaking while these signs become evidential; so harassed by decencies or so
secluded from embarrassment while tugging illusion; those swift winds as deeper
cadence while personality becomes priestly: something remains true this
interior mechanism while she never tries but men fall enlove.
I do exaggerate for brain-fire
becomes receptivity’s food; while Adored is thought-water, but cascading
helium, a man becomes a floating object; so easy to speak of aesthetics, or
delicate tendons or that space between legs when knees meet; or long mane
flowing into divinity or artistic-cultivated hips; but nay, a rarer gift one born
of turmoil one too heavy for most men; or passion by heart to infuse but die
while eyes shiver but rolling into those seconds; indeed, those mind-works, those
finished charms, such torque by flame.
I
was stressed by reasonability sunk low for patience when I felt a certain
feeling.
those
tears have smiled they tell allegories or sullen to sing silence; our callous
happenstance this incredible portrait while many do not take to tragedy; but
dearer creatures as thrown by whales or swallowed arriving on land—this rich
affinity those stages fraught by rain at wisdom knitting our miseries; such by
aura if but so sensitive to become but fever; such delicate survival as seagulls
circle while abstracts were never so intriguing; to know total disdain as if frequencies
were awry while finding pleasure in something unstable; this crucial layer
those ironic feelings where a man has noticed her body.
such fragility in souls
reborn but at life breaking freedoms; so arranged to unknit, while beauty muses,
so relentless such emotion; to cascade by concentration, but, too, those regions,
while so intimate with life; indeed, worth more than admiration, worth
something seemingly unholy, while a man endures his tragedy.
