Saturday, February 8, 2020

Become & Abhor our Gardens: No Richer Love

We build by Shakira’s—such tetras calamity—this treacherous harmony; to die with vexation or to live by wilderness amidst such trees or sap or chipmunks; at arrival in pain or at home is sorrow so close as knitted in miseries; such acrobatics or lingering feelings while deep at closure or dearest infatuation; such choreography such chimerical chaos or eyes so into spatial guts; to die a clover as needing two fairies or so close the demons cringe!
Such mental fruitage or dynamite electricity
to evaporate for nickels by fringe too elated but meadows and sinners; astute heartache or acute happenstance                                    to drift into sunsets or to plummet a horizon              while Love is excellence                     penchants                    and eloquent sacrifice; this rawness this incurable attraction while Love is fame and aches or deliverance.

                                                            —you take by ransom too beautiful for sickness and touched inside a pomegranate;
                                                            those organic emotions those sagic literatures so zenic so yogic so encased in memories; our swamic mentalities
our uncaged sentiments while omic a death and fleeing to citta—our music mute but elements internal
to arrive by ghosts such trenchant apologies—

                                                            …a little merlot those days a fair posture even a galaxy demeanor; azotic energies or erotic passion to go so far as to adore celebrities;
soothing, so insecure as to build a foundation or assume Love is terrific; those catbird yelps this bluebird fury so enlarged and dying to get closure; as
an aster infusion or somewhat a scream as far too gorgeous to pull off a dream….

I have adored us                      so rebuilt but dying                 such balm for something uncouth
to invest in living or so close we exhale or somewhat so against sacrifices; our devilish anxieties our sores and sketches or soft and unspoken;                     to need like existence
or to freedom like losing at terrible feelings about our cultures; such core arrivals or pure science as animals abed our travesty;                             such rich amore                       as to forgive treason while gawking at a sonogram; this pain we live                       this inescapable feeling we nurture
to manage doors—or know for keys—where a person may decode our harmonica.

We shall perish in this those lengthy agilities those cabernet eyes or such velvety torture. Such mockingbirds or unsullied sewers while our miseries are unanimous.

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