Saturday, March 7, 2020

Salmon Swims Upstream


Those longer pavements or shrubberies made of barnacles or tyranny such sweetness.

To have loved like adolescents to have accrued a deficit while desiring those faraway skies; so perfect in you such a true woman while nothing enters by accident; this old belief this character reference while I adore for what was aura; so mountainous or small so gigantic or humble where it must be all of the above; to surrender to charms to arrive so filthy where inadequacies are noticed; a caliber in essence those tarsier eyes or destined for fire so aloof; our casual brains our intense analyses after something we damn near possessed; this reach into cosmos this alienation while so happy it hurts; those delicate issues while forced to play prosecutor where something so disoriented has never been so beautiful; this deep affliction this uncoiled solidification or something crucial speaking unrealities; or such a fair mistake while learning nonetheless into galaxies or portraits unto something so mature such abstracts such curious deaths!  

Such Tibetan rites those palms so glorious but fount to fury this immobilized pash. So exiled inside while clutching a miracle or redeemed in a second looking just like me!

It was attractive behaviors, alas, it was something subconscious, while I fear it was our heart-brains; such passivity or tender dryness at aches for something aching alone; or so close it troubles where it feels so comfortable while it drifts and wanders and roves the conscious mind; our dueling hormones our thoughts about eugenics or our emotional intelligence—as rajah inhabitants or devotional spirits where the gut floods and releases; those battles with feelings, or this curse to hate others, while one frets over becoming a shoebill.

We become elements kneading sawgrass or at breaths cheating existence; to imagine needing freedoms where something is romantic insomuch as to cross wires; but never that way or feeling appraised where most people must become naïve; this ability to elope, so far away from self, while depending upon the fruit in her eyes; chestnuts and flames, or Sandra Beasley and coffee, as to sense something protecting her elegance; but a shaky hand, but trembling features, or this interior element smelting its gold. To notice eyelashes or arms with peach fuzz, while one is concerned about the irony; to display a mandolin while a piano is screaming or typing latent love.

I will never feel essence as it appears in fantasy where I am asking for something intermitted; those watchful vistas those rickety meadows or city flames becoming tragic wisdom; but Love looks joyful so dearly evasive while protecting those interior museums; as effected by roses or moved by jamesia where nearby lives a crucial mistake; indeed, we desire something unhealthy, where life is a crucible, we desire utter affection for our trespasses; such royal carpet, such pure nonsense, so I imagine Love is disgruntle with me.    

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