It seems
strange this meeting this likeness; to see mother, this deceased body, this
living element. (to realize insensitivities, or to re-channel hostilities,
while trying for peace in a hostile environment:
this
valley of miracles
if but
to exist, while something peculiar lingers at a distance; to adore a woman, to
vacuum our concerns, or to get close enough to churn:
chandeliers
& carpets, blue brilliant lights & patience, while maybe something was
misread.)
I have been
unfair or maybe I regret where liking Love is not as working with Love; we work
better than we like, we sense more than we speak, while Love is a (sen sei);
this controversy or this lamp or growing through adversity—
to channel
as dying, these last rites, while yearning for Europe; our Jerusalem arcs or
Ethiopian aches while Love is at something she does not explain;
such
frustration, such reneging, where it is similar to palming our fates; those few
welkin feelings, or those pantomime voices, or this person I care for while
feeling guilty.
It dies in
burgundy or lives while shattered for we have made our decision: there will be
conflict, there will by niches, or there will be frustration. Our wise
otherness, our deep flowers, where ruthlessness feels extraordinary; to watch
as he grows to sense more strength while flippant a decent response; our core
but omic, our born deadly intentions, or this need to control something flying.
We will watch for facts, & bend interpretation—it will always be in our
favor! Those wild cougars or those friendly octopus or a craved whale getting
heavy.
“I was
soon to like you—I was destined to recreate you—while nothing was changing!”
Most
women are cultured—identified by culture—while so lethal such falcons such
desert meerkats;
so
mis-fathomed, or tender fathoms, or raging frequencies; (while we forget
something, those deliberate volts, where voltage was flaming into atmospheres—or
mother was crying where transcendence channeled while listening by wilderness);
at
another with distance, where those papers are weary, or scenic pain was too
colorful—
this
sky-welt or weeping puppies while Love near-souls is revamping music;
as
furious creatures
needing
raw control, while I can’t say, Danish!
