Sunday, February 16, 2020

I See You Differently


I lose sights a spatial man a confused warrior; such peach pie such delicate cries while we pine those darker nights; so succulent those thighs so deliberate those feelings but accursed and separated; such prophecy by rare emotions where it was hell so good!

I had to adore you while running south into something so human; those inner rivers this sky at passion while Love is a lawyer; this working mind this evening pain at holistic miseries; a revving creature a research famine while bones and wolves and demons—to crucify guts to touch my eyes while something is burning; this tragic literature this tragic beauty while I see you so differently; this land of games this water boiling this tea-bag screaming.

But a man for you but a miracle for you while I see you so differently.

Our flying souls this war we have while it becomes my hatred; this mosaic thinking or years at feelings to fold and die.

Those pantomime expressions those mannikin gazes while I see action as something internal; a young black art or museums in mesmerization or memories so jaded; a desperate outlook, a killing ocean, so gunned so torpedoed.

I cave into you I die to live closer while I run from you; this bleeding management, this interior pool, while rushing into isolation; a crucial creature, an autonomous thinker, where reality is furious; this lake by abysses, or critical analyses, where life was sweeter those days; our terror our combustion our harm and deaths or insanities.

I have loved like winning I have given like dying while I have kept imbalance; this curb conversation this open liquor where hated for being its concerns; this murky deafness this perfect family or sung for threshed and agonizing your absence; those wings running, this fire in bowels, while unearthed, sacrificed and damned—such jargon this piano or this scream as culture; so furious so lost while abandoned so early; to love that man while he loved himself where you thought of marriage.

So close to reneging or so disgusted by feelings where it never lives out-there; this activated hassle this leaping black horse as to wonder concerning self-love; such occultic fever, such cultic skies where over-there Love knew wilderness; our feuding guts this feuding feeling while it conflicts simultaneously; this tug or pull this rule or pistol at flowers laughing and crying and wiping misery’s nose.

It was hell in quietude it was easy when another smiled and it’s been desperate erasing something keen; to aggravate over this, to condemn for this, while asking you to participate in this; such conundrum such terror where it felt like a clear dead sky.

Too favored by alienation, too much begging those years, while it never appeases; it’s more with fury it is pain with anger and no matter of submission is convincing.     

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