by
its crest to love the daughter or toppling over skepticism and tethers; as
planets inside ruminating or livid while kindness to self is necessary. I left
addled it seemed unreal so amazed it shifts swiftly: those drums raving those
screams unraveling at something so terrific. I roamed cities I felt devastated
it was so quick a nightmare. by caves to rest, by gravity to float, so anti
such ante where respect wasn’t its image. our guard-dogs our mental pictures to
wonder why we wander.
I
sense brilliance or smarts or intuition—so curved so cleek’d so cautious.
if
to discern if to whisper if but something an upheaval.
we
find something a need for absolutes or this curse in tentativeness; to imagine
impurity it destroys our castles while one tries so desperately; but souls aren’t
ruined, the pain is sacrifice the
lesson
is concrete; while one smiles to have invested in sorrows while angered it didn’t
torture man. our first tour our first war while I find time to chuckle—into bashful
science or feeling
innocent
or fretting my purity; to die with laughter or to cry feeling goodness
or to war while fretting its aftermath; souls are drastic or deadly where one hates
our happiness; if but to afflict, if but to ruin, if but to plant a ruse; this
rule I live by, this curse it hurts, but know the capacity of your lover; so
sunk in so low but elevated by spirit; such bass in voice such paintings in
minds while many are losing ideals; if but remorse such penalty such pleasure,
agony, and bane.
