I
live by fences or gates or irritations; such fuel to adore such resonation so
accustomed where secrets dwell. To dislike mirrors to force perjury while condemning
said mirrors.
A
little laughter those wires or a little sadness those kaleidoscopes.
If
but to leap if but too high where angels are analyzing women; this indwelling
lizard this miraculous desert or those serene cacti; such porcelain fever, such
mahogany torque, if but such as living in us—those fires in cocoons those trope
kites while so close as feeling something is wrong: a man in literature or a
woman in Fanfiction or such confused creatures—to need favor or to desire
excitement into kelp and seas and dolphins.
So untamed so polite but
vicious while everyone is unintelligent; his mind is naked the music therein is
naked while Love accommodates for Love is naked.
Those gravestone jigsaws
at terrible moons while it was nice to play pretend; our blackberry liquor our Dreamwood
figments such earth, ants, and worms—as dumbass believers while waiting for a Coming
where many are panting in flames; so many rice fields, such ungoverned
magicians, where danger enters when mouths unveil.
Into
a sailboat a smaller machine upon an ocean guesthouse; those ways we feel those
nephew emotions our niece’s wisdom; while longing for tranquility or sputtering
softly where decencies are unhooked; so controlled by instincts confronted by
medals into every woman’s humor.
It couldn’t be reality it
shouldn’t be insanity so invited to perish; but false puritans or status
beliefs as creatures losing tentacles; our right to obligations, our rights to
impose, while often we break contracts; those one-sided screams or those
one-sided demands, at the peak of our deception; in to self-government, or
deeper illusion, while honesty has never been law.
There were impulses and
distress and anti-rights; there was a rude poet, so thrown by life, and so disappointed
in people; there were officials, losing decency, and monitoring auras; such
primitive strangers or such crucible strangers where animosities are gymnastic—those
loops or such quarreling while angered for our horizon; as never to communicate
and never to sudden by flexibility!
