Saturday, February 15, 2020

Where Lakes become Caves


most equipped to struggle, this inherent position, such phones by mirrors or collect calls. this man by spectrums this sepulcher so brilliant where a man is dying unbeknownst to himself. those lists inside those feelings in space if but to glisten while inconsistent. such goodness by badness such odors or raids where the mind is a cathedral. those ghosts speaking skyfalls, this dream to adore exclusively, or crystal-millponds reborn in time.    

so structured so early so restructured according to fate where propellers are racing; such digging solutions such wild imbalance while we ignore our mates. I was lost at battle rethinking reflection while jumping trains; the beauty was acidic the curfew was abandoned—it was a day’s journey to fury. such incredible essence or screaming silence so infused so mystic!

if those hours accustomed to existence while so fueled to relive our futures; so creative those trials so rigorous our deaths while a child might carry father; in tortured gusts our mothers at stadium our lions afraid to exhale.

So many screams after each heartbeat while so unborn!

                                                            So shrouded by measures or so exhausted by fires as cruel resistant souls; those needs or those taverns while filtered by persistence—to live so close to expiring; but science or dust, but dirt or ashes, with this penchant for resurrection; to have eternity to shimmer by uncertainty or to gaze so longingly.

Those bewildered eyes those engraved torches after so much or such tortures; to cloak a wolf or to nurture a hyena where feeling ecstatic is not an inheritance; those bulbous emotions those unbound frustrations while so cursed or blessed to live it out.

our compass
but selective, our souls
but demonstrated, while so abandoned to adoring fiction; this life by speculation,
our greatest wisdom by aphorisms, or midnight love seeming blurry;
as close competitors or morning outlets while Janet in claims is grieving; such comfy beliefs so needed to survive
while each belief is interrogated; this pain by replacements or this stubborn tug where dying is unlikely—for incarnation is reward;

such folklore demands, into crystal lakes, at caves too near to disappearing;
this wilderness existence, this shaman island, or scorpions for lunch; such craving for blue moons
or caged by jasper suns
to live so close to refurbishing religion; but an inlet
into memories where actualities are so indebted while agony paints knowledge.  

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...