why
have we disputed? by dear passion so convicted where it’s natural to die. our
great souls our spirit-fire as soon where thought gathers. such bees so
internal or wasps and mosquitos. to deliver me or to harvest you where seeds
are replanted. so casual about it while lives linger or cliffs are dusty hives.
I read it or I paused. I listened or I contended. it was devastating. our back
regions. our forests such rain. to look and see all of a person. both good and
bad and intolerable. the vest in souls, our ignescent cadence, our chivalry and
regret. but tender like autumn, or cozy like winter, those sacred/secret
ponderings. it would be time in us. such to argue in us. if but to settle like
squirrels in us. by freshwater or dehydration while guilty for sharing. such
oaken times into a cypress sea while kilometers into a scream. at arms so far
or relocating dreams to petition winds to carry letters. gelada frenzy if but
an undercurrent while gatekeepers are pushing us to pass by. such nomadic
fillers or gypsy wine as one fulfilling his fantasy. I must detour or maintain
excursion if but to ensure the prophetic diary. as running hearts into running
storms to stand so still upon awesome redemption. but loving must be right, such
unraveling emotion, while touching hurts. so, by primate indifference or a
traumatized orangutan, we resist something becoming compassion.
