I
appear to myself—an aircraft—bogged or wired by perceptions. This furious
mountain or this furious language where most ignore you until you bring it
home.
I
was young or naïve at something unprepared while many need two to three lovers;
this insecure curse or this misorientation while most humans are feeling
abandoned; by grace we adore them where youth is screaming and we might forgive
them; but something is premeditated in order to extract affection while
realizing this disconnect: “I know wrongness, but I must seem adorable, where I
sale a particular phantasm.” Such a deep misfortune such un-healing while I must
carry this into my next fortuity; indeed, fire is critical, where love is
unlikely, while I must fail to succeed. This veil hurting me, this patience
killing me, this unknowingness so debilitating!
I
lug a drink into fiery quarters while filming myself; those heiress rites those
beautiful Europeans while I run from Africa.
—so
indoctrinated so jasper or jasmine and leering in-and-out of mirrors—this trick
in souls this indelible feeling while too cursed to utter emotions—
I saw something geisha or
something courtesan while framed in fears; this regretful understanding this
dreaded remorse while a smile said flirtation; to remove my senses or too much
to handle at microscopes those days; this feeling too late this vest so crazed
or penchants for something too sad to cure. Where pain is physical, while
luxurious beauty, into something too gray to defog. But a sensuous second
battling a callous moment insomuch to lose a delicate tear.
Those Sirens giggling or
mothers concerned or grandparents seeing patterns; to adore parts of an image
or to swear by greater absurdities where one is thrown into disfiguration; as
bashful creatures living bashful lives while nothing seems quite permanent;
those eyes so determined or this war we take seriously while a woman protects
her home; so one-sided or too opaque while flattery seems to change our spaces;
but beauty was effaced or gorgeous was erased while he hawked and raved until
one felt ugly.
—or
something delightful this forcefield where two are paired quite irrevocably—
as
crucial debaters to exist by wrangling in such havens by disguise; our
deliberate devotion into silent salience so automated or treasured animation.
It
was pash those moments but a man feels gruel or cursed or alive into
realization.
