Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Daughter Dial


somewhere afar, maybe Australia, a soft purr is rumbling.

we
are unfolded creatures—listed
by cryptic tales, so indebted to our ruins.                   but genetic bars looking at incompleteness tailing our displeasures; so univocal at poesy-pain or tender but sullen sorrows; such ancestry such museums while elements are unspoken; we become silence or monsters or uprooted bark; those tacit feelers those charcoal vines while petting a mental coyote.
such
inward opera or longer walks while whistling for rescuers; or by ravishing skies to scrape exospheres reknitting an old grievance; purple-pure-poison, or miles of weeds, where hacking seems normal;
this web of churches—such deep poverty—
at homes counting gods.

I feel lose for us, maybe a struggling guitar, or machinery symphonies; to absorb fires or to laugh away our souls where something becomes both sediments and mayflies. as fleeing creatures so compelled by running or so comfortable with alienation; this wager on life as if it needs but passivity while something is pressing an interior button: our core bluebird our inner red robin while we retrace triangles. this man but something this child but linguistics after something prepared for strangers. our anxiety apples or apricot miseries or life so gentle so adoring.

if
but more those rules as applied to souls
where allegiance comes naturally; or
helenium beauty after jonquil laughter or sudden kalmia sunshine;
those dreams those eyes while impressed with motivation; to ascend in tranquility or to waltz in lavender by lakes or streams or intuition; our bothered hearts our tethered souls while prayers promulgate among lilacs.

if
but those galaxies those far away diamonds
where magnolias smile; if but the stock-flower or the mayflower while something nice has wings; those charms so threatening or effective in regions
while we grow more suspicious; at tender arteries where valves intersect
even upon disharmony—those rosy skies this nemesia mauve after something creating orchids;
such nymphaea waters or days so close while never our inheritance;
such driven portals while running therein to exit by florescence.  

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...