by
frenzy or willpower so deliberate or envisioned. our carousel our determination
our forgotten ailments. by pure deception this wave of florists while we pride
cobras. a man early to life, our ghetto museums, our pride or shadow or sutures.
I take things lightly or I rev above our limits so deep in funk. reading slowly,
absorbed by pastel jungles, listening to rough eons. to see clarity to know its
worth, while it’s a craft. by nightsong, treading trails, or eager to return to
traffic.
nibbling
pure sanity or musing lemon grass or reminiscing over sugarcane; to gnaw at
gnats or to undress sky-perfection where we need a decent, believable story.
by
galleries or dungeons or chambers—to have exhausted nerves where one tries by
decision insomuch as needing one radiant mirror; such penalty for existence or
such loyalty to future crime while Love is keeping a journal; to outwit fate,
to become the dragon, while sipping teas.
the
salt of the earth. the thread in seams. or the cayenne in pepper.
so
delicate in time or sensitive to image while perception is contour and counsel;
to efface anything but those fond perspectives while most strangers are
uninterested; indeed, and until, if but to drop the perfect mirage. I looked
closer. I saw deliberateness. I wonder if natural fits in.
so
self-conscious, so unconscious, or so that way the camera catches it.
why
am I here? what was the purpose? am I destined to move thoughts?
form
becomes value, or evidence becomes cherished, while conscientious images seem
to isolate us. too close to it, too involved, where it becomes caricature. but
one would advise this game of skies where it has become powerful determination.
as some left wild or forbidden to enter or kneeling near an unopened door. our
ceiling unadorned. our mirrors a bit imposed upon. or our concrete decidedly
obstinate.
our
science-religion our days shunning or our thesis in intolerance; so needed to
bypass so dedicated to purity insomuch it’s hard to breathe; trekking railways
the train is close but it might not hurt; our provision for discussion our
polite dissatisfaction or men like myself taking issue with elitism; so fair
while low, so demanding while on high, or prisms for something unlikely.
what
is the method? what is the determinant? where does imperfection become a
personal project?
it’s
lightning or vessels or targets or palms pushing responsibility; it’s dependent
truths or isolated facts where reality benefits the nuclei. such dispraise
while economically insistent where crises are surrounding the populace.
