life
as a collage or montage of feelings;
so
steady by grace to thread an eye while
fever
is fire. distilled like water, or tone by
form
the magic is one fantasy; to sustain
a
furnace at oceans by emotion so under essence:
by column
or cabinet or cedarchest—those
unfair
or dying roses, those tulips in books,
or
mother’s demons, or father’s forgiveness.
so,
little shame becomes an issue if rules
have
shattered—by error or delight, so
counselled
to need, where singularity of
action—dispels
our mythos. sore power as
sore
will or broken genre as invading fire:
plush
green or garden bug-beige or cut wings.
