—my
heart burns, or evocative a volt, or a semi-tornado—shaking violently, thumping
at chains, where privilege becomes entrance—
…days
at horror or years at culture to sense invisibility; so much to receive so
little to give while many aren’t taking that wager; by major intrusion by
deeper concentration, where one makes aware something is watching….
—it was bright
those nights it was remote irony or so close we might endear this feeling;
television was grim, cables or wires or gates and fences or adored for our
negligence; those hours in presence or admiring visitation while one shows by a
centered path; this other element this interior musical while life was dear to
strangers; our cattle mentalities our liberated doctors where in was too
intriguing not to chase—
…she
sits with worry she listens by fractions where the countenance looks uncertain;
one is selfish another is altruistic or both see things unintelligible; this
fight to grapple this map in our brains where giving in is sheer uneasiness; so
spatial or nude so lost or certain where most cleave to certitude—that valley
of aircrafts those vestibules slamming doors while passion seems uncentered;
fleeing into skies or looking where pain
was sweet while one holds familiarity….
a sparked clove a
visitation while we must study Jerusalem; for something is designated, or
something is concretized, where two groups are feuding; while she knits God,
another begs God, where another does both; such leery fire such weary passion
while filled a man watches his actions; but deep concentration or deeper
alienation insomuch we need each other; by handmade energies or desiring one movement,
if but to rejuvenate our connection; such battle or grit, while fettered to our
dynasty, insofar as ceramics have become mediums.
it’s
premature but I believe you and goodness stems from anxieties; to adore as
leaving or to capture pure angst while anger seems universal; if but to tap
essence if but to reveal you, if not to me, but rather to self; so powerful or
so misunderstood while you want something but nothing is definite:
I’m
tasting gin, a bit at a time, to generate a feeling: I’m trying hard or maybe
too hard where one feels discomfited by such insistence: I’m loving by diamonds
or fires or flying low; such determined
fuel,
such magnificent flame, while Love is giggling; such a given uncertainty or
looking at weariness-cries, if but to cherish while aware it hurts.
