When
music is ambiance such terrific suffering such luxury trauma; for hectic cries
over boisterous revelries so dear to deaths. (our unborn music lingering in a child while
life may leave us deaf; those womb-based wailings those terrific deaths or
meadow’s pond; as gazing at soil as to palm an ant such winded leaps).
How
has it quenched—this furious shiver—this alienation?
to die incredibly,
into every ache, while kissed for endurance. the epic color. the tragic color.
if but too zealous to perceive color’s predicament. to pant by creeks or chance
a tree to climb but dance upon a branch. our livid eyes induced to scream so
silently into our crowds. such mystic honor. So incomplete! While abused enough
to usher kindness.
The
mask is removed, this delicate assertion, while the mask can never be removed.
It is only replaced this entity of roses this battling genetic. Such a precious
sore or such remarkable silence where a man must endure more. By a given oath
or a floating vow where people need magic.
How
many idols to exist this island while public life is so critical? But a student
for this glamour while it was not enough. This terrible creature this lonely
creature while outwitting existence.
It
shall live with us, scrutinizing scruples, and keeping a lookout.
It becomes easier
to forget, for memory is painful, while we run to sanctuaries. Such irreligious
souls, while knitted in soul-talk, where we need our albuterol.
Such
timeless concerns—or
falsified
omniscience—as casual
creatures;
to adore through disgusts, or to sit higher upon our totems, or to love
unconditionally; these various traumas, those carry-along-cages, where we are
warring
over ideals. Or sensitive inspectors, while so reengaged, where a man
cannot
do right; this endless windmill this penalty in life
where
many are too absorbed to focus on others; such chasing frenzy
where
sorrows are enchanted
but
we need more than what we can give; our ears tingling, this tinge
cascading,
where most must give to feel passionate.
an abyss made iron
or a ghost made personality where closeness means possession; to invest in
acrobatics to calm a moving river or to eat like monks; those few experiences
while the mind is controlling to realize all of the commotion.
too thetic those
first thoughts
or too irregular
those ideals
while too
sentimental to be best friends.
by
jute we thread where pictures are unknit insomuch as accepting the erased
portrait.
