—exhumed
from society or abandoned to living so deep in terror—to see those cries to
paint those fears while knuckle deep in halleluiah—those religious
episodes those religious eyes while I hoped against God’s rules; a core
romantic a dream for running or accused of treason; those old reservoirs those
pretend rivers while it was so detectable; close enough to win but never with
heart while so often our souls are haunted; to speak a situation where it was
pure liquor but Love hit heart and lark hit sun—those ripples, this fool, Dear
God it hurts—to exist while nothing matters or to lose like it’s funny—but a
man a done man to evolve with soul addiction or tracks and trains into skies and
concrete where it was angels to sin—
it was liars to
live it was cubic to resist it was misuse to win—as never but cursed those
waves at seas if but a low rainbow; such raining laughter he felt terrific
while he bragged and treated innocence like gilded dung; our days to watch it,
such rare vulnerability, where wolves feel ecstatic—this seasoning so raw,
those trials so vicious, while a man worries about his daughter; indeed, mother,
this fire so critical, this fusion in blood—to die those roots so uncut at pure
strata; to hurt forever if but to break its tale while walls are touching Gabriel; as tides settle the mind floats where parasailing became walking on
waters.
