what
fire drops or whispers linger in losing intrinsic traits?
it
was never this caliber this clinical root those absorption eyes—so dissected by
self or aching backwoods insomuch as to ingest chainsaws;
by ripples or tyranny
by music or curse but something broke his aura; many napkins to wounds much
catnip for adults where one is sick and suffering; indeed, such functionality
such fair-ribbon-roses or something uncanny; our interior tabloids our memory
brochures while one senses emphatic remorse.
so
locked
out of self or
knocking
at doors while hallways are augmenting;
such
genetic mutation those skies as encyclopedias or dirty earth as watchful binoculars;
our
tiger-snakes as curious vessels or legendary instructors;
but
art is carnage to see what souls wander as close enough to win fever.
a gift was
produced a gentle jerboa where anxiety was present; to need but refrain or to
smile but look down or to fiddle hair and earlobe; such points so mute such
rhythms so unfair while passion would but it wasn’t by agenda; our days examining
self, while feeling incomplete, as adequate in parts but thinning softly where
sullen eyes glisten.
dilated
pupils or shaky palms or so together the inner mirror is screaming; to live for
one or to perish gently while walking at a turtle’s pace; those backstreets
those mobile intensities while phones dandle by wires—those antennas while vying
to stumble into something trenchant;
so
bereft of easiness so captive by irony or listening too much catching
conclusions;
our
inner haven our cheetah paws while the Sahara is lonely.
close
by default, this mystic touch, while lost or courageous or unfound inside;
like
excommunication or abandoning church, it requires deep adjustment; our patio
eyes our interior covers where one speaks like life is bleak; but
seeing
its beauty, this dependent miracle, while some are functioning well;
by
rites or mantras by cage or fire-freedoms while rails elope.
