Saturday, April 25, 2020

This Day is Seam Work

so infantile as to look like crazy asking for intimate oceans. a man with deaths attempting normality while shedding tendencies. this feature module those deep reservoirs after minds with treasures. if but to die one last time fueled by deeper schisms. I approached with fever I was glowing wildly but Love was aware. that inner psychologist this purposed psychiatrist this elegant physiologist—such facial reminders while tugging or pulling but backwards. our mathematics our deeper pseudepigraphs while sure to afire Sibylline. the day to reckon this soul to gather where I wish this day as the greatest. but now to stories or deep ventures where a person feels his regrets.

so many laughing while unsure of giggles to evaluate one beyond her hemispheres; studying with verve, or tickling some gray-matter, while neurotransmitters are mainly responsible; such aged debates where science is whispering while some things are not known—but given to human chemistry.

Love was a miracle so nonchalant but I admired such rebellion.

how to win in this glen of travesties? so infused or so delicate while I saw what was hidden. that soul by trillions that lake by shores after crystals or horizons or by wars to have gathered scars; our fortunate memoirs to share with a stranger, late night at Denny’s in Beverly Hills.

it was 3 a.m. those sharks watching where decency desired refuge. so touched by feelings to become vulnerable while charged or revved or reminded about sheer redemption.

today is glamour or shimmers or taste tests! maybe a dream or maybe by balance so appropriate needing validation; too young for independence or too old for full dependence while clangoring chimes or kettles or sacrifices. those deep questions those rare happenings so favored for flaming.    

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