…as
attentive as beavers, as cognitive as chimpanzees, at length or might to adore
one woman….
I appear
to self, a deep confession, as I ponder sentience; to be present, in that instance,
to find sheer amazement; our ache-realities our sandcastle wishes where most
are sore and displaced; where love is agony or love is distresses after
something so rare it might not happen; as addressing his mirrors as demanding
his agendas while no one reaches like Jesus; this synagogue menu this interior
dilemma where we fathom our predicament. but
Love is anguish or
Love
is power where it requires both to flee and fly; our battled plantations our
Douglass Arks or such pure insurrection; those screams at me those deep
anxieties in me while Love cogitates and wars so unfairly; to hamper over
daughters or to amaze a sullen breath if but to place angst in a deeper
dungeon; this wealth of romance this angelic canvas if but a word or hard
hitting empiricists. I
gazed at Love and saw melancholia while it seemed clinical; upon a
tropical
flower, or an exotic skycraft where our brains roar like helicopters; this
value in you this career to vanish by you or days immortalizing women; our
first millionaire, our first lady to vote, or an attic filled with moths and
butterflies; those dreams by fire or bushes in flames or so infatuated it kills
portions—this unsupervised essence this wilder tendency where in you I would
claim happiness; our sad souls our IRS status while our daughters probe and
plague if but for
survival—these
arranged clouds this fever in portraits or those moments it was nice to know
me; a bowl of bisque soup a pack of intentions or to look at a person and need
their approval—in
order
to love self, if but that acceptance, if but to coddle and care and arise like
anger—those furious flames this ferocious fire as forever a great and feral
warrior. linen is bleeding as
medium
blue blazes while we meditate upon fury; mistyrose emotion or hand-wrung colors
if but to celebrate your determination; such aqua skies or turquoise beauty
wherein we find
hummingbirds
and silver silence or miracle purple eyes; by seas or snow, our ocean freezing
over, torn shimmering black space, those decorated apologies, where it becomes
hard to forgive; by internal pain those constant excuses while most people find
us guilty before trial.
to
harbor
hostilities where it becomes unstable
while
one listens by painting skies; these dear elements those fulvous dungeons by
feelings to remain
solitary;
after you I presume nothing else;
the
glass harmonica those glass feelings while it becomes pains sutured to hopes;
our gray tenets or concrete jungles until it changes insomuch rules obey
humans;
something
absurd as to notice specifics where moods shift in mid-sentence;
as
craving sentiments or dynamic persons to have seen the best in some
people;
amaranth eyes,
to
have uttered completely, to possess a chest of chains.
