—you
might see life, after something so gentle, or so wild, or so uncultivated; you
may hear rivets or ripples or something no one fathoms; you may fear your
mirror, you may neglect your soul, or you may disconnect from heritage; we
never the dream, we casual the scream, so at peace with dark essence—
it was
sin to me the smaze by grime by un-merciful intent; but mystic fields or
meta-spirit fields so recaptured or soon rotten; such russet forgiveness or
garnet repentance those firewood flares.
—you
might outlive rain this cauldron of penitents this flame this woman this wrinkled
air—
such
rich fervent zeal, for one to its measure, as affixed to destruction;
barred
to science or laughing in pain where hyenas gather for cults; minds with feet,
or souls with hoofs, whether the thought is untrue; at a turtle’s pace by far
those lines but making progress; or to lose intelligence as a crime in hell
where most hate clear reflection.
Rapture in you
such miracles in you but something unrelatable in you; such deeper
sensibilities or carnival hypertension while souls are complaining for passion;
your essence a man never would if but to imagine; such a need for mentality such
a core for stability while sold each to deep unmoving traits; as gunning for
erasers spinning ink into skies or loved for deep dejection.
I move
through shrubberies, counting lady bugs, and unthreading hostilities; to chisel
a voice or lose our rights with fire dragging its dragon; hissing beneath soil,
or rhythms so sweet, where souls are sewn into societies; but there, afar in
its cave, such moving acacia.
I was
learning numbers or sensing strategies or realizing it really catches up: the
scream-pangs the deeper opaqueness after something too clear to forget; if but
to release anguish to bury it in atmosphere but minds cannot erase trauma—they merely
suffocate it!
It then
dwells unalert, where it is sub-pain, while able to bubble into a storm; such
fragile existence into this space while you or them must excavate mother; or a
palm of ashes a dream made relevant or concerns monitored by strangers.
but unread diaries
or forces probing where a mind is saturated; or calibers of existence dependent
upon orientation where some actually feel depth enjoyment.
