Those
evolutions at something untraditional while warring to assert it.
Those
cucumber eyes those plywood devotions or marked for damages.
Would to life our souls
that first woman those caramel wishes; such ambrosia intelligence or autonomy
attraction while independence goes either way; but dungeon instincts or purple
castles while beauty is so tragic; an inertia headache or split asunder or to gaze
and lose interests; our haven arcs this rapidity thrust to thump and die or
live and laugh; such pure deception such as to call it chemistry where we can’t
isolate validity; so, more to absence or daughters to wars while one might
assert something slippery.
There
was contradiction, so livid so lavish, into tunnels or terror; to think one as
pretty or to get too close where something clashes internally; this clangoring
chime this chimney of chemicals so cautious so chimerical; but terrific
trespass but rancor beneath its surface at success a moment in delusion; this
dear creature at deep conceit so fragile or such fatigue.
But a nice person or a
tyrannical person or the dearest mixture; a dozen hats a dozen people if but to
stimulate unbalance; its honors is love, it dates back in literature, while we
never understand such creativity; but a crucial creature even a man’s
screams while many are turning to Asian dreams.
By
wilder feelings so struck and lazy for passion seems extravagant.
—or delivered in space an
incredible time to touch in spirit something elusive; for it never was and it
was deception while it meant nothing to life; but thankfulness be good, as
rounded for the pace, into dungeons and nightmares so affected over years; so
much to disappear such a purity in time while a man concentrates on something
inclusive: those ginger alps those cinnamon moods or such by clarity to arise
in those eyes—
Such invasive scars or
such a scream while it moves existence; this battle in lime this lemon to wound
or a fraction of honesty so deceptive; while feeling nothing into this portal
by deaths so familiar so reclusive while claiming piety; those damaged lights
this feudal war so determined to convince.
Those
days believing erroneously, to have a soul distorted, as to relish in sweet
agonies; those figurines those fuming debates so destined to have met.
