The newness
becomes us, after closets subsume us, or behaviors seeming unsteady.
I would
admire you—the desk the chair the attitude; depicting power, depicting friction
or depicting undertones of fierceness; such togetherness such infusion while
familiar with conditions.
I would
lie to myself in order to live with you in order to believe in you.
The dogs
next door, they rant and riot, or such silence by noon. They rest during the
day.
So much
uphill or tumbling through cities or aloof claiming love; pulled in direction,
three souls as confidants raging about love to a fourth. but
I could
adore you
or watch
you
as
never a clue.
This
quality is alarming this beauty comes with uneasiness or this life where one is
comfortable in my ignorance; to never know you or to make excuses for you while
you don’t quite give a damn.
I remember
thinking: if I have this, I am received over-there. this mission this frequency
while acceptance is more valued than persons; a soul at structures a feeling
that shatters while everything is you.
I met
a familiar essence those years in depletion while barely inflated to purchase a
miracle; so many in this space while it never will measure where one has
everything and dies so lonely.
Those
qualified persons this deep insecurity while most are struggling; but love is
potential as to become one’s project where the latter is worse than the former.
but
pain
or silence but angst or glee or all four in one breath.
Once
independent a work by skies where it gets heavy:
those
cyan gloves or this sable clove while furious and eating violence; to lose so
much to vie for respect
where
a person’s opinion stands its jury. This mental Judge while we realize
something, for he said something so unfavorably.
I
lost something but one thinks it through—Is it better with a bad luxury?
No one contends this,
this soul is valued, while something insignificant aggravates.
I come to this
hourglass, I see porcelain, where fairness has died its jury.
The poet is guilty
and the world is innocent!
