It began
years ago. The numerous auras. The nova-guts.
I was
naïve or stupid or underdeveloped.
She pierced
essence by crowbar or pliers. I could but I couldn’t—where eagles war winds.
The plight
of distrust or thoughts undocumented or cults at brains.
The weather
was stormy. Lakes were icy, deer were nervous.
I haven’t
said much.
Initially,
it was
attraction, but modified, nothing crazy, just recognition. An oval face a thin
castle a ruckus temple, to have life that way; the sky was furtive the feeling
was flustered where a person slaps their leg.
I sat
on a sofa I watched ingredients I hummed a song; nothing too great, nothing
intrusive, while stronger souls have fallen:
thunder
there or cohesion there or cries and violence or balance there;
while
counting leaves or touching water or kicking tree trunks; a sweet squirrel a bag
of peanuts
such
reminiscent déjàvu.
It was
yoke by fire or substance by doubts by thoughts and platinum;
so
far into minor waves or so lethal by intrusive caves—
to
advise myself or to look while impatient or decided to avoid other exits.
I see
images where days are blurry insofar as dynamics are made clear; never a death
in us or never a newborn shadow as facing something too influential;
the first
symbol the root of voltage by inrush or interior.
Rain
might return.
The dust
or particles the pash or prayer by life or detriments—to stir stardust or to
maintain dances where it was more than we expected.
It seems
inconsequential it seems unsung while we wrestle over injuries; but blue-black
magic, but green earth, while our end times are close to our fretted times.
Increased
momentum or standardized suggestions while souls are clumped together; by
indelible reproach by decent approach where it becomes wilder those days.
It began
months ago. The sheer reality. The limelight terrific.
To
desire something this great effect where a person is psychosomatic; the
unveiling might determine those nights at rescues while a guard dog just had
puppies; the cycle of existence or souls debating attraction
or souls
negating our intuition.
