oh
sweetest freedom to untie my life where we know for helium. so overdone so
overborne so underrated. our inner clocks such nearness it dies such richness
it stinks. where a soul might grovel where a man might topple if but to abuse
his honesty. I caught by endorsement those wild fields to re-mention too close
for magnets. eyes moving cigarettes or liquor out of stock while the forum is
filled with impalas. too many tigresses or tigerwood such special liaisons.
cooked or uncultured at tillage with pride to notice the old me sighing. by
flame as gilded nor the night for gums where alienation became a death
sentence. as returning rashes or petting turmoil while others exploited his
guts. those terrific souls as never an infraction where the world is wrong! but
science might deign it might seek its charity as to deliver one from neuroses.
as deciding a deep question, or analyzing answers, where many have defined what
we seek. but a losing strength but a gaining faith a man so wrestled or neat or
pictured. nor could I lie while knitting liberation where one might renege on
pure freedom; for it hurts or cuts, it banishes one from self, where doctors
are having a fit. that synaptic-cryptic or psychosocial fire insomuch at it causes
sympathies. our last implorement, our re-devastated empires, where disagreement
once meant heresy.
