—it
isn’t hard to tell, such absence such insurgence such compassion; by difficult
days by reigns of glory or soft sullen miracles; so electric so fierce where
resurrection is priority—
we
seal chaos we sell a piece of self where it was hellish getting close; a fool
at protection a soul so deflective while devastation becomes suitable; such
frequency such debates where a person might cogitate on you; pure concentration
or pure elevation while intimacy separates both short and long-term museums.
I cave
at times where visceral elements quiver where nova-hearts erupt.
it
was sweat in you or death by resuscitation where a sober mind is feeling gnats;
as cultural essence so forward those graves to imagine shivering in you; our
courses blurry our dance with pain or so elated one might analyze; but sweeter
chocolate or caramel crises after porcelain engines.
what
divides
us? so created in you while I beg of you where late night we
trembled; sorely abased or carefully submitted or invited into your interior;
those
cleaving eyes such innermost trophies if
but more terror; by alchemic woe or
academic doubt so forced
to draw intelligence; by hated assessments too pure to die
or too clean to live; swirling
into a dervish affixed to
skepticism where aches are
stippled by smoke.
those salient
weeds so aloof to winds at occasion to suggest more for us; sought after hinges
or blue mystic magic those caressing eyes this coarse delight; to run from
feelings to destroy an interior essence while raging in dungeon fields; this
race to absorb us this tale in surgery while a man became his blood; to ween
over pain or so pleased to see you so prior to our human aches; sweet mandarin
or tea, so alive those tides, while fumbling through futile day-scares;
by personality or
surely withdrawn over mandolins or guitars so thrown into cities; our future
heartbeats or those faraway trees by caves or excellence.
something
distresses us
something incomplete where reasoning offends
us; so justified so uneven while something tender feels cursed; our soulprints our ocean turbulence to rot or simmer in coals; or blackdamp our soot and tar so far
but galloping.
those
wild flowers those curtains laughing or carpet latching on…—to cleave to you or
to absorb you while traits merge into each other; by a fierce countenance but dreams
with bars if but to arrive somewhat un-chiseled;
those
niceties or charms while we compare through time such deep resistance.
