Into
cloudless eyes an incandescent Swan withered by weather. So sea-skies such a
pantheon or privileged to live one life; dust of my bones or blood of my marrow
so thrown into persistence:
—to
live ostracism or to become some type of creature while hell against being monsters;
so indefinable so stubborn so beautifully livid; to knit grandfather or to
instate grandmother or to un-vacuum brooks; a woman at me, for great
distresses, while I feel withered for war; this life-admission this space at
trials or heart to gut looking into a spacious crowd; to sense a daughter to
adore such fire while one is semi-absent; such totality blackness, where one
was raw and said—I’m a Neanderthal!—
Listen
to her soul. Or dead with violence. Nor was there but one caveat!
Was
it a late morning, ears-vocal, into a conflict?
I
live too closely—to earths and basements and rivers; I claim Egypt—roaming Ethiopia,
at droughts and dying and Joseph. This existential dodgeball, this furious
language, or out of place lying about safety. So dear to life, those mini-synagogues,
where life is ever in jeopardy.
Keychain furies or
metaphysical diets enlove at or enlove chasing; such repercussion, such blazing
genetics, while you have seen the levity of hatred.
Those
watermarks those talcum piles while they need us in asylums.
So
devious so cured in hells or so pleased with corruption; such terrific people,
those terrific lives, where lying is like scooping quarters; it comes
naturally, it sings at night, or tossing for hell wasn’t enacted!
Some housesit bombs, they
inkjet poison, and they despise innocence; this need, this ruthless
requirement, this flaming furious fever; but a birdsong is exotic and billiards
brought a man back, and another just surrendered and never woke up.
The elephant has dinner,
it sits at the table, it pushes and intrudes and laughs; no-one questions this
friend, but it gets louder and louder, until one strangles their mirror; everyone
is on edge, feelings are impolite, and fellowship is this deep dark desert; it
has become shocking, and the seatbelt is broken, and the family teeters—as losing
condition, but maintaining their course, for nothing is wrong!
