Isolated.
Caged by me. Or seeing by ear.
It
comes in threes. It’s cypress, oak, or driftwood.
To have adored like crazy, afflicted by
ardor, so unfiltered or ridiculous.
Our marks for beauty our vast skies where
it was hellish those first inches.
I
could if time prevails launched by Jesus where Love is watching; that famous or
famish or frantic muse; those auguries or atoms at adored loneliness; or a
daughter as she qualms where I referred to helium; serious or primal, passion
or pain, if but one last lighter; but what for existence or what for grandma
where esoteric events strengthens unlikely faith?
explain
me afar those scars at doors while perception is a heinous fugitive.
I
proceed to ventures those padlocks mocking this fool held by derision; starry
deflation or dreaded doors while I never walked so fiercely; our Judah
inflation our lions or dragons while biting Love was too much for science; so
untamed among royalty, or flying into mystery, where feeling one becomes
orison; this orphan trail, this field by delirium, while we judge those
sentences closely.
Love
is detention or dyslexia or spasms at night.
I
sought out cushion I was blessed with contention where many are disturbed by
perception; to have a perspective while aloof to our own behavior where another
says something we cannot see; such unbolted alienation as never a zone while it’s
good not to be the main target; for much ado by crazed thoughts where lack of
evidence shifts accordions.
It
was tender affection or familiar tracks while it seemed so normal; enamored
purely, with victims in the horizon, while too many flipped out over something
mediocre; such penchants or pensiveness such honor or hells where disjunction seemed
so ordinary; our broken tables our redemptive mentors if but such fierce
delights; while something confuses me, in this web of antiques, these films we
replay or this image we cherish.
The
tone is musicality the rhetoric is meant for eyes or the polish is upstream;
the voice is self-affliction the assonance is accidental the consonance is with
greater oversight; but Love is vigil, or natural to denote a feeling, in chains
meant for other lovers; those tall palm trees or circus time at our forebrains
or frontal lobes changed by years of Aum; to evaporate softly to leave destiny
alone while counting limited symbols.
