I’m
heartened as a friend, or smoldering as a writer, or pensive as a father; so
designed to fail or so executed to win while invisibility only leaves deduction.
Our picture whispers our waltz is for
Vandross
our rhythm is for Jackson; to ride a skeleton or to discharge emotion while
mawkish and nervous. Such terror-beauty while sublime and seized by far lost or
drastic; saffron music or
stubborn
tensions to ache a thought looking for redemption; father’s eyes, or mother’s
wit, where most are trying so hard; this thing in women, as becoming
confidants, as knowing when to
retreat;
smoldering ice, or sweltering winters, while glass melts into memories; such
shattered portraits such smelted sincerity while most souls are locating
integrity; but here’s a saga, a
woman
with family, while every sensation is directed diligently; this film in fevers
those atoms with apples or hail, haven, and hysteria. I’m heartened to know you—those
summer dimples
those
autumn raspberries—as losing us to gain prose or frittering to much life away;
our feng shui our settee seconds our front porches—as men adoring genetics or
somber and uncertain
while
most condemn and bury their hate—those anxious feelings or a societal basket where
key stakeholders are invested in one doctrine. I loved before; back when it was
easier; your group are
so fortunate,
so fortuitous, so foundational: to adore while growing, to share first
experiences, where most adults are first suspicious; in essence, in treasures,
in schools all around the USA; as
mother
glances, she knows a feeling, to reach out and grab you for a kiss; our myriad
passions our love for literature while I have yet to indenture the threshold. I’m
hearted to think you or to
firefly
you or to pull teeth from a hippopotamus; a bit creative, the range for
metaphor, while too uneasy to sit still; those pacing hallways those posts
laughing or a mind needing its remedies;
this
long battle this terror in pride or predicated upon something quick and
fleeting. I imagine permanence or patience or something that never changes—to wrap
our souls to slither into prayer
while
such violence against any one person. I’m glad to have met you, I was proud to
hold you, while feeling so distraught by something soaring. Such face or
unforgiveness, while I must
admit,
one is due to be shocked, but unjustified to never restock the intuition; but
fairer to meerkats or greater to ferrets before one takes heart into something
refusing to grovel; we need
humiliation,
we desire to feel enthroned where another is mire and slime or grime and dead
roses. These elements by affairs, to adore the product but despise the source. I
spoke to
abhorrence
while deep in pity as never determining its reality. It must feel terrific, to
see it back in its mouth, while influence is feral, frank, or fearless.
