—an
overcast is metaphoric, to water grass on a rainy day, we sense something is
askew; but Angie is a lawyer, a philanthropist, even a mother and wife; but
clouds become steel and lightning becomes outlawed or paper and ink becomes haven:
“I read what you wrote”: “You went into my diary?”: “I had to, you’ve been
acting differently”: “I’m sick of this”—
I have
something deeper, something so personal, while it feels unlikely.
I have
been pained—so often, so completely, and it has come from fairest beauty: but a
person must balance a person must cherish while something inside is computing.
We know
this feeling where listening is emphatic but it often loses its cache; to hear
something so often, or to feel disappointed, while building blocks are
crumbling.
I will
not hamper this, this soggy sponge, while there is a rancid odor.
—but
there is this contrary need, it’s contrary to human behavior, so we wonder if
it must be incorporated; our jumpy hearts our inner rhythms while attraction
comes by lyrics; this wealth of symbols those gorgeous cries while a person
might never return; mauve hankies or one needle or too much hay—
We need
so much. Our wants shift often. We need to relive, at every step or two.
Those
staircases or those satchels or manuscripts taken as advice; such mud thick
vagueness such clear turquoise dreams or fair blue earth cravings; if one is
forward, one is not wrong, but ethics or values are up for discussion.
…but
an unorthodox man, while trying desperately, if but not to clump everyone
together. there aren’t surefire pavements, while the constructors are working,
but we might have to start over; something was missed, something was
frustrated, or something was debated for far too long….
Indeed. Such etiquette Such finishing Or so captivating.
A softer
scent or an aesthetic womb so lightfast so steady; a soul made proud a life
through education where Love is quite gifted; as trained machines or deserving
winners if but a different set of pitfalls; our philosophic rendezvous, our
orchards within walking range or our neat jealousies; so peaceful there, so alarmed
by threats, while something has been built. This becomes its passion these
walls we have erected these children we treasure; we do not need for sickness
but sickness is outside, if but we might tether forever!
I must
confess another concern. This vice
we can’t resist. This beast of
flattery.
Such
deep admiration such developed arcs while it moves so readily: to feel proud is
key, to feel lucky is by hinges,
while it is nice to
maintain by linchpin.
