The
suckle of existence the beauty of cries or so purposed it hurts. Sweet tender
minds or chaste temperaments while we feel so filthy. By religious spheres or
diamond sympathies insofar as such struggle. I saw and loved I was unaware but
fantasy hours built their realities; so deep in there, this subconscious
vineyard while Love was an orchard; to die accidentally or to lose so willingly
at palms of honeysuckle flowers. It was glistening pain a body to read the
blind or such devious undertakings; as cruel creatures dealing with rude
advertisements while a psychologist started off so well; our burning filters
our mental stenographers while a man is computing magnets; or it sounds so tawdry
but truth be excellence some are a bit more receptive; this need for freedom
this desire for increase or some becoming proficient omission.
The
missionary is speaking. Our town became proselytes. While we absorbed allegories.
I adored
the vixen we played by deaths I was infused or crazy or deep anguish; for I never
understood this need in souls to have so much in terrors; by haunted house, by
healing havens,
such
hexed helium—to live uncured to feel muddy after something too much to sustain;
this curse in souls to have for trillions in something more honest to strangers.
(During purple parades
so anxious
in belief to reckon something beyond measures—those onyx rings those crystal
ceilings to have lived so lost by music; by fair lights by fairest distress or
undoing so pained by
fears
more sincere than faiths; to extinguish flame mountain or to need by excellence
or so young and unread; those frustrations those color wheels while they
complain regardless!)
There
is pedagogy to the storm. There is widespread demographics. While death is
requirement.
I sound out
syllables I walk upon quicksand I am most a fortunate scream. As sick about
feelings wondering about freedom or assuming with one is success. We shy from
this, this ultimate reality, with some women a man is hard to lose; this old
reality, this angst and happiness, while we are assessed by our women; to meet
sunshine so well dressed and so at ease; this habitat of wilderness this electric
volcano at something excruciating; like unfair angles or perpendicular pains
afield and honest; to decorate miseries to become so beautiful while cleaving
to a scholar.
