Such
in-bone misery these seas of tigers or ruckus internal—those wailing caves this
incredible intimacy where escape alters genetics; but fury to awaken but
surrender to fall asleep while lethargic mid-afternoon; so damaged set to flame
so uncured but partway sealed where thoughts are different; a fragrant sky or
longing flowers to have been driven sorely.
so wronged into a
petal, those leopard cries those demon seductions; so cold into summer such
furious lights or caged or chained or moaning;
to lilt softly or
to seize reality where wrongness is so fragile; those forces as minds entangle
where one is desperate to reboot ice; gilt in sorrow, or smiling with feelings,
where passion is quilted by energies;
those
sonic sounds those shrouded emotions to unlock or break freedom;
if but flying or
soaring while fretted or confined; such existence pangs or such childbirth
where miracles come so close to reneging; so quick to pause for it loves deaths
while souls are running into clinics: “This beast this killing irony this
feature in crimson.”
by electricity
those days to arise at normality where essence was exploring alternatives; but
ruth such a woman so demanding so skeptical; such woodsmoke or such firebrand
while so far from getting closer; our generational instincts, so fraught by
jeopardy, while we are taught but survival; this repertoire of hostilities or
this repartee of insecurities where a man is under-earth.
it takes
a spirit rendezvous if but to insist while wiles are so cold; to gleam suddenly
or to feel insurgence at pillars painted by strangers; at something internal,
but you cannot utter—this operation so taboo. so
outwitted
or so outfoxed while yet to denounce its source: (It has motion, it does not
see you, but it is right there and giggling).
this
cool
observer, this stream building, where you can never tell—not even mother!
so studded
in mysteries so
certain
by non-evidence or so low while studied like pseudo-science.
How to outrun something, or how to
unbolt genetics, while after something alien: like eternal joy, especially,
without boredom—or those monotonous screws; such opus fantasies, or such fabled
illusions, while most are in need of structure: something breaking silence,
something immutable, or something providing a good feeling: those silver
streaks, a bit of immortal fire, or a personalized necklace: by brooch or garment
or stability!
