—what
has it become, listening softly, as waves become human? our aches for ransom
our bodies so free or penchants or briers so close so intimate—
it
was
cautious anger
a
bit derivative while they adored freedom; so hurt for me so dear to me where
people turn to die.
but
pebbles in tears, or cranberries or cries, while passion held regrets; such
pineapple weather where details are foggy but mercy gave up its ghost; as never
a wife or ever such liberties while selling titanium screams.
such
opal eyes or plum palms where giving is easier than taking; so unfastened or
pure for moments over a bouquet of existence—by mental estuary to have lived in
persistence while rewarded with sheer dishonesty; to have given all as to
receive ten percent while one asks, “Aren’t you elated?”
it
sounds like folklore or something in fiction while we know it’s airborne; so
many by frame or so little to bestow or a name resonate with euphemisms.
something
becomes indelible or insufferable or an insoluble person; to have eternity even
if one were dying as to ponder no more than, “He might be told.” it seems quite
simple: I didn’t have lice, I hung out with you, and now I have lice (only a
fear would think differently).
somewhere
in
youth a soul becomes
an
apology; while somewhere an adult or a scar or something too filthy to mention;
to treat as a specimen, or to adore as a victim, where one is eye to eye
saying, I love you.
one
becomes sickened, so cursed as if horrible, while one used to feel so cherished.
but
this is light weather the summer is near while half this or half that.
I must
retreat while some must attend this project for asylums; to know one’s closet
as to walk therein where one hears screams and cries and demons;
such
guillotines such cauldrons or a person selling acidic futures; indeed, so sweet
the gift so purified the soul
while
alms are pains weekly.
some
are deeper souls while some are for the second in dear fire some are internal;
this feeling for freedom or this emotion-sunshine at some too remote to see
clear.
as creatures
regathered at Eden unprepared or conversing with vinegar; those pomegranate
eyes or those deep dark masks while one loved dearly and found a hoax.
this
forgiveness upon wings this sin as documented where no one escapes karma!
