try
by loyalty, as it amazes, the fluidity in trust:
try
gestalt arts, the merging into self, while
seeping
into exospheres. it doesn’t dissipate—the wisdom is crosswise—the yarn is
unraveled.
but
a mere escape something to imbalance the table or a mere cloth:
tunnels
inside, little men inside, so casual afflicted with carnivals. I
knew
victimizers. I became pained. I withdrew.
furniture
was moved. it was restyled. we unveiled feng shui. those eyes shifted. they
admitted nothing. they ruptured became bloodshot. it happens
inwardly,
we soon adore it, it becomes instrumental: our ghosts, our shivering, our
mannequin responses: seething by absence, interior dependence, while it can’t
evoke itself.
such
omni-existence, such meta-oceans, while Love
was
a tear torn by absence. so far jogging silence. so cursed pleading ability.
or
broken carrying a pocket of glass. I have
answers
in mind, karaoke repeats, or jukebox wildness.
