the
ledge is fluorescent the fumes are intoxicating the heart is bouncing—a clear
neat sky or smoldering
pavement
or penchants & graves.
it
would live in me those glacier redemptions where a man fathoms his loses. such
trenchant hostility as if a man has revived where some need us to give up.
as
young rebels or noetic skyscrapers while we linger by atmosphere; to have felt
love, so guilty so deceased
where
such danger was apprised while it hurts to know love.
I
come to dove us, but apex to light, it’s painful.
we
paint horses or become cool by summer
breeze;
such estuary such serenity while we
offer
our sincerity: those days laughing or
being
included, where love desired majesty. I
have
felt deeper cries, a lethargic man made
joyful;
to usher our miseries, to give legs to
our
screams, where voices are running uphill.
it
was nice to meet such decoration or to
haggle
over discretion while undertones set
flames:
by cat-eyes or deep morality where it
can’t
evaporate; these hard requests where
one
needs innocence, where it soon crumbles.
this
inner want, those tender souls, to need love.
