Where
helium rises this energy in swans to dive or swim or curl into a cloud; mental
sand-berries or pain so delectable at core frustrations; such emotional noir
such curious mania while she believes in our disconnection; those fields with
humans those farms with heritage as accustomed to sweet melancholia; so removed
a second so captured a future where brooks are upset; such family dissociation
such pride in our wills or such equity in Zen; a running soldier a
furious warrior where a man cracks, bends low, and upchucks his fears; these
feelings so unwrapped or so raveled to get there and still be lost; our
curriculum our tenets or abandoned by the church; indeed, excommunicated or a
known iconoclast while to know him is to see him.
I have
practiced too long while becoming remnants where changing is temperamental; to
look yonder upon a dream while to have it took too long; this soul with tumbles
those weeds with agony where anguish has become intimate—our fury or fire our
frets or fences while felt a cut too flippant; abandoned to bliss while
redefining happiness for she climbs and cages where something is unstable; (too
close to ignore or too close to blink while something internal has brunch with
me); those sensitive feelings those charismatic hooks while late into morning a
sudden calling; those elements in dynamite those eyes so green or hazel a night
it fell to exhaustion; a swimming swan a distant universe while I itch and
scratch afflicted by nerves.
Why have
I done this this chase into oblivion why having such difficulty; those remorse angles
those fierce concerns to have won at a level that most are afraid of; that
otiose proposition those ontic screams so thetic so intense so cosmic. I write
or listen I felt it early such tugging and yanking while I contend with the
church. By deeper emotions while so detached where one becomes a compassionate
riddle; our paradox eyes our captured distance so much a flurry into a joyous
nightmare; it must be our essence, our ousia, while I remain apophatic;
this talkative composure this unskilled socialite where some are so
excellent.
I have left that
alone those delusional appetites while I drift into concentration—this deep
oxymoron where one lets go while something needs to analyze the features; those
places rumbling this core noetic where a man has memories he can’t override; by
millponds those days it was legacy or tears while close to me is a deeper
worry; to imagine roots these combined elements where to adore that they teach
each other; this flying boat this fraught balloon where one needs to instruct;
by life those angels by visitations such humans while deeper that gut I age in
Christ; such blatant opposites such untenable conflict while someone is
debating dissonance.
I
can’t even-out such contrast by existence while minds pull-out comparisons; it seems
so hard this place in humans while most are affectionate with beliefs; so many
articles so short on duration or suffused but lonely somewhere.
