it
comes to passage raw glory tender
infusion:
eyes left abandoned, sore
unthawed
feelings, too close to cliffs.
to
have touched hearts or face-to-face
souls
alongside those decrepit roads.
fretting
naturalism or trained by arms
where
one embraces neurotransmitters;
our
rushed minds or torn indecision
while
one is as wise as his orientation.
to
drill for liquidity or ram our drives
so
silenced so occultic. by helium to
persuade
you, by pain to communion
insofar
as it was opened that way. or
dear
fire, such dear flame, at furies.
