Sunday, April 19, 2020

The Swan Must See the World


maybe some religion jeans or a necklace or unmeasurable tennis shoes; maybe seasonal jackets stuffed in closets or arguments with siblings; or unchaotic disturbances where the Swan is made by justification; indeed, such mental museums such fame in souls or radicalized spirit-care. I might imagine a touchstone pen, invasion by doctrine, or needing something clearer: an ax to paper, emails from the beloved, or days a bit concerned; a ballad for sorrow, a sestina for love, or a postmodern-day sonnet. if but to sing as ballet speaks angelica or softer souls made by helium; your present fosse, our present condition, while doctors and nurses are spent by wilderness; such needs, for something unfoggy or hundreds spent on sanitizer: our careful address, our White House confusion, while many are overdue for a leader: someone charismatic, as opposed to merely rich, or someone from trenches or struggle and triumph. our purloined feelings, our emotional material, our proletariat passions—to surf frequencies to need certain qualifications while reality was stuffed in tuber-ware and placed in the back of the refrigerator.            but those eyes I do imagine have a compass; if not those lights, then unnumbered phones, or intuitive dialers; for no one should suffer, where eternal hatred kills violently, desiring fruitful counsel; indeed, something homespun, something self-interested, or something so close this is all one knows.    

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