Saturday, February 29, 2020

Unbroken & Shattered


So lost in you, rethinking or curious, at some typical apex; to adore a feeling, as manic souls, while mother hates me; a man with issues or a friend in me while we suffer innuendos; so determined, this frequent usage, where I could never commit; such science or deaths, such fire or lies, while theology has passed over mystics; this free-spirit, this falling essence, where Love is treacherous; such a spin or such a need to enter covered in molasses.         I met another, such dear abjection, while we adventure to seclude; our befuddled hearts our raining trombone if but to feel like ecstasy; but Love is aggressive and Love is fatal, where to capture Love is a guarantee at survival; so decent in light, or Catwoman at night, while lost or discouraged or too damn proud to relent.                      If terror was illegal, if it abided by rules, while a man is huddled and cringing by imagination; those softer features that softer spirit while so alienated from self; to die with literature or to abolish literature where a soul in undergirded in self; our deep dark respects as deep dark creatures while ecstasy seems late in its discoveries.              I have left for Denver, so absolute in this challenge, while a woman wishes me imprecation; but Love is delicate but Love is crucial or a man is a miscalculation; our last mistake our future responsibilities while after something too complete for existence; our gavels and grains our portraits and pains to shame into life a step away from falling.                     I felt affinity in you I longed to arrive in you but truth to skies I wasn’t prepared to die with you; a soul so often where flies are watching and indeed the fruit is rotten; this Negro inheritance, while inheritance reneges, for there lives a color wheel.             So absurd but Love is trillions to dance where gold is viable; to sense such lasciviousness, as it is tamed by ownership, while a stranger watches and loses insistence; a woman a synonym, a soul as a creation, while dying was quite glorious; this painter of words, this internal locksmith, while Love is too defined to seek broken grammar!   

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