There
were rockets, helium envelopes, plus, warriors ten kilometres afar. I clashed
with favor. I spoke a new encyclopedia. I insisted on its reach.
Mother
passed insulin or fire or opened a four-year-old. “You will have a daughter,
she will be omega, you will kiss her left cheek, but never again.”
I
carried or withdrew while the skies populated. A baffled creature, such terror
with plight, so consumed or misdirected.
…the flowers are
sullen…the ground is trembling…a raindrop or blood has become our horror….
…recycle
my bones, elevate my wisdom, or give passion back to me; the fury is lethal the
garden dead apples or souls filled with fury; our delicate scars those hydrants
afar or speeding into a diesel infusion—raked eyes or shoveled guts such sweet
vinegar; as Love would live so gray our skin if but demolished reaching into
grave-soil; this backpack those luggage gowns while sex was such play or
terrors; fretted or formed as craving Christ while something has been
introduced; we cleave to communities the same phenomenon or so ruined I might
remain solitary….
