—feelings.
such
parts
where wholeness is shattered. so
professional, while I reflect, while birds are silent. it
became
observant, we gave it serenity, it washed slowly; this rinsed metonym beneath
this bibcock while mud poured into me; this
element I adjust this feature in me this color so significant; or roundness in
flat thinking or curses so symbolic
or
metaphors so dishonest;
this
furnace hushed this gravity impartial while we pretend people are normal—
I was
aware in-there I was aloof out-there the cares or concerns where flame was
candent.
we
reject the
premise therefore
the
art is vitiated while one is curious.
this is how
we met, this dynamic war, where any and everything is depleted. soft
music or terror concerns while I must live this
existence;
so
existential
(inflamed by predicaments) so ruthless if but to imagine what life has planned;
our precious roots those precious eyes those palms that grip nails.
such
by cellos or a wand so misdated while it was anxiety to love armor; by fretted
wishes by frittered riches to
die so close to rejection; bulbous
cries or watts flickering where an adored creature made deaths explicit; so rough or so alienated where behavior becomes instinctual; one said something,
this unbuckled thing: I’m not trying to woo you.
I sip insanity. I touch
reality. But something remains reserved. I unclog the spigot I ignore the
kitten or I resist something irresistible. This final plug this interior outlet
while too uncertain to claim breath as segue. To meet power to become the
gadfly or something given leeway. If but to validate perception, where any
argument can’t suffice—the phone is so foggy!
what
would be pain—so close with joy,
while
it becomes a seesaw? so many battles so
disturbed by crowds where
centipedes have become humans:
pure
cultivation to tillage the farm while the sow has an infant’s brain; this
unkosher animal our nutrients our legacy, while many live by rules;
but
a terrific wailing by skies screaming while rain is reneging; this interior
famine this land of pestilence so confused by chaos; this room for souls
the vestibule
for mirrors while so determined to hear justice.
