you
live in solace, or too passive to insist, or privacy has become suffering
you
might love in person if not that creature while we never become free; you feel
uneasy you have remained unsung and you wonder what simplicity looks like; most
go through gradation most enter life at twenty but a young man knew wilderness
by five
you
fantasize something risqué but no follow through or resigned to noticing
differences; for fire meets water or skies meet space while estranged as
strangers
you know
unfriendliness you have met her eyes where it was meant to expire; our devilish
concern so close in volume while tempo is screaming where movement dwells; so
much into rockets to have by sound to move like jazz; a man watches as such
pure helium while we needed to hear that; you echo silence you respond lightly
but so rough on observation; to need balance to unrope an ear while there are
phantom-tongues; so unripe where it never mattered for an adolescent was given
to nightmares
we were
strangers we remained that way it was never an issue
you
were uneasy it seemed racial or too distinguished to play that card; you grew
up Catholic, another Protestant but religiosity isn’t scientific; you were
sentimental but hardened where only quality intrigues those eyes; this need for
high-class ink or rubies that become voices where your career was esteemed;
this life this battle this jargon
another
was
uneasy so much to self-consciousness
while
a man was a stranger; you were
uncertain
it began to bore you
while
we need monsters those deranged types while hoping by glaciers or cursed by
such sickness
to
arrange for privileges or a man
becomes
uninteresting
if
but he would flirt or drop those
clouds
or unravel that clump of sky
you were an infant
suckling while easygoing; you were new, your clothes were variegated, you spoke
a human’s sentiments;
it was soon
enough, if but too much clinginess
while spirit-atoms
carry some melancholia; our minds arranged this way, our understanding as vast
as our bases, where self-centered existence plagues most homes; it’s found in
addicts where kids join in while mother is asking, What is going on? you
looked while watching you seemed behaved while mother often said you wouldn’t
listen; this true dark rule this gray sea ocean where closeness becomes its
abuses; you will live this grayness while needing clarity, where answers will
need weight
