Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Filmed in Skies


I don’t imagine more love, so bias so warm. we picture souls
by rainbow or life as painted by claws. I engender
meadows by busy heights, adrift to swoon—living by
marrow. we died so often, amidst pangs, at arts bathing
crises. meek piers of thoughts! let us flower by poison, to  
rebel the flight of rules; for love is green, or tears are
fertile, or death is whisper.     goodbye!                     such baling
illusion, to sculpture a scream, to engrave mayflies.
touch me or walk away.          I vomit to chase, for love is
gunning.           courage is irregular. But we woo fears.  
if to lean gently, if brains gave sanity, such clean delusion.
such cosmic development: a heart speaks, it dies without permission.
in every mirror but beasts, plus, elixir.           let us
savior silver, where symmetry is mirage or love is debatable.

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...