The
person is talisman the soul is religiosity and the woman, is infinity. Those few
screams this dungeon art while I provoke thoughts; as not to hurt, but more to
create, while we feel each other; the dregs of experience those conditions we
murmur or predicaments we challenge; as becoming numb existence, or catatonic
feelings, where a psych might see a problem in this; such mediocre outlooks or
pleased by mere properties to die and recreate and love such a dear infant; our
battles engraved our hassles outlined or moving like fire through canyons.
So murky so meshed or
such a mayfly; this black mirage this caged feline while kittens come out furiously;
to dream of penalties to acclaim perjury at such impolite patience; or to read
by flaws so famous for enactments to throw deaths so close to heart; this
thin and tall and daring creation; this whelming vehicle at lantern and flame
and oils; such lithic mystics such olden caves to arrive seated upon a rhinoceros;
those grave-like eyes or to feel so hurt while vowing dear deaths those walls
as crawling; this feud in instability or this stable encyclopedia while too
smart to claim nonchalance; as radical misfits, enumerated in fables, but a
hawk’s tribe but a falcon’s scream where souls are ravished unto bone. We seem
to explode!
I
was born a banshee. I haunted mother. I ran off father.
So
amazed by tenets, so accursed by tenets, while blackness meant carry the
burden; such ceremony, such teal blue eyes, such treasury attached to such
conflict—to get so close or to experience the sublime while immersed in
something uncanny—those sparks it curses those clouds they evolve and your
heart so torn so sweet so heinous—this fireplace or enamored survival so loose
so condensed where the personality recognizes its deficit.
We
clash so coolly but behavior as impetus by responses as catapults; so different
this one, and we ponder dearly, while others are out to lunch.
It seems carte blanche
this spectacular web where two have found something peculiar; such fluttering
and fantastic poisons such remarkable feelings to admire traits while debating
traits; such rough wilderness, or haven winds, while it really is
insignificant; so what he’s angry, or so what she’s livid, into a system
validating its arguments.
I
use me to instruct me where others find faults.
such rivulets, as unknown,
but something has visited; this labyrinth empire, this refilmed character, so
delightful or ignorant or spatial; to become reborn to make such testimony at
pivots and dice and realizing it was never those trickles; such pure deception,
left to interpretation, where a wiser man might have shunned fire; such
laudable tribulation or so eager for paranoia where it seems crazy to un-skill
a man; at hills and landscapes at screams and fury or demanding what we cannot
to give.
