Such
a headache this lot of foolishness while in a moment a man might fall for Love.
A
sophisticated pearl, a beer casual pearl, or a non-nonsense pearl; our souls at
petrels our minds with whales or playing tether ball with a seahorse; so low
those caves this battle in men where thoughts become hatchlings.
I’m coughing up phlegm
and seeing visions while the heart is resonance; this necklace of shame, this
terror but wolves while liquor causes transcendence; indeed, a bad influence a
city ostrich or abandoned prior to forming mannerisms; this slate in sunshine
this laughter for it hurts to come across a few good souls.
How
to allay venom? How to amaze freedom? Or how to appease anxiety?
Such
fair questions while looking at eyes to smite our perceptions; this paradox casualty
this film in chests so deliberately pensive; by den or design or by lioness or
architecture or seeing too closely!
I
watched early on it became a mixture so I held back assessments; as never
seeking shelter especially in a stranger while shattering(s) echoed through
walls; too much patience while a man must give insomuch as becoming
blueberries; kneeling by habit or rebelling against habits to have such shame
and negligence; those tempest sins, such internal contempt, to imagine mother
has done me this service.
I might howl later or sit in silence
where a child is bone of my interior.
So
strong your mother, but she feels so weak, while venom drives her marrow; so
Palestine our hopes, so Rumi our screams, while debating properties for
pastime; but a woman and unequal, but a dream and straight ruined, or toxics
and shine or diligence and mistakes.
I
need an unction as David pleading another or psalms begging forgiveness; a
child was born, and will you take it, for the multitude of my sins; such
paraphrase or such syncing as a man realizes those other avenues; such
raindrops upon a castle where the war is for reservoirs; this Zion in me this
picture running while life was saving face.
—but a tomb at seas but a
cry for assistance where deaf ears laughed and cursed our daughter; such barren
soil such terrific eyes while dead or seething inside; such gnashing of teeth,
such clawing of walls, or such gnawing of wormwood; but over-there, that
delicate soul, while watching and becoming blessings—
—into thickets while
drinking briers so performed for this majesty; while Pain wept, such memoir
motif, such mystique splendor— (Unto me as Unto Him!)
