Friday, February 14, 2020

The Mirrors Remain Ignored


I’m indebted to you—such excellent horizons—or torn blue petals.

            to
arrive so early where breakfast was waiting our coils our ribs: water ran debated, future us
was giggling something eclectic plus something unvocal: those deliberate castles while bodies are pawns unto life so eternal: by clumps of skies or blades of clouds such furnace or webs or indifference;
to adore as we live pondering driftwood or playing near a beehive: those feelings in mists those elements impure while so confused time is funning.

I have out-felt us while buried into us where pain becomes contradiction; condensed teal islands or marginal embrace while women need individuality; as a bit of distance into a colorful association while fixated on race; to resist our souls or to alienate our minds while most daughters are disregarded; indeed, so close by nature or so far by brains where uniqueness seems inappropriate.

                                                                                                wits are budding while guided softly where one needs univocal analyses. but Love is brilliance or departures while seated near inflation.
such confetti-feelings or allegiance to funerals where we sense an inordinate number of deaths. those hallways whispering this door creaking or floor-tiles loosened; but a lute to love you but resilience to keep you where a person must ignore apertures. indeed, so much of us in order to deal with us or so less of us in order to long for us.
this iridescent beauty those opalescent sun-cries or such devout talismans; to die gently while fed life as arranged in something deliberately:
those days with you while somber or sober in you to fly by serenity in you; this pail of tears, this black cat, or this alley of old friendships.  

            the curio the couch the credenza—
            these speakers to affront a shoji screen          to renege upon a geisha.
            by
tuffet those red eyes where cherries are sweet insanity; our neighbor’s draperies to have invented nosiness while they speak seldom enough to know our identity. this silent excuse where one feels so deeply—that another person must be labelled; but never our eyes while feuding our hunches to look at mirrors a bit intently.
this lake in Europe or those meadows in Germany or our California agendas; to have adored our pains to have forgiven violations if but to hold a dear Swan;
but this sick man, those sickness feelings, to endure for but one: a mother’s hell, the ghost’s orchid,
while a man would die for his child—where a woman might feel disgusted.
those cedar waxwings those swanic songbirds where a man might surrender while close to another: such wanton fire, or city goldfinches, while interrogating intentionality; to have cringed at first glance, to hit the nail squarely, while so true it became rage!

PS.

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