Friday, April 24, 2020

Sadness Speaks for Behavior


long into morning romantic sequences or abstract aches; to have sworn to have committed memories accursed for broken skies; a promise to alienation a grunt against ostracism or made by skeptic resilience. what about love this incremental devastation so pure so filthy so biblic? it would be souls or doors or rugs. it would by javelins or knives or weeders—something to claim schism or decorated catastrophe or billows into our cultured dreams. how would I cater so lost into adolescence so scraped inside so many raw experiences? trekking gravesites or unveiled while trembling or at a woman skilled enough to redeem science. at times, such low weather, such flat feelings, where reality is nuisance—or foggy landscape. by dirge for happiness. by sullenness for joy. while acres are planted with souls. so many worms while it must matter so much into their burial chambers. such kindred eyes such cold temper while peals resound into memories. by virtue to gallop into a city of monsters if but to save such fair fire; our wilder cries our stomach storm by bass or cymbal or brass. it’s not too concerned or such it dies while souls must learn to survive; so much by ferns or too lonely by weeds while wild strays confuse justice. mere petals for breakfast, mere pain for lunch, or just about depleted around dinner time.


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