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frost over heartwood or sorority infatuation where Love is high stature. a man’s
demons if but to capture while setting pliers to murmurs. fences near
cottonwood those dreamy appetites or a virgin by such a marvelous experience.
our tilled vineyards our candywine our opal grape plums. to have wanted first
experiences to have needed uniqueness if to uncloak something supernatural. but
a man screams into terrifying dungeons while dark rooms are tiled with grass:
those ant farms those centipedes or too many legs to paint. a house filled with
gypsies our Isaiah rags our filth or dominion our bullseye if but orison or
mind projection. sane thoughts were strewn where needing you left while another
has invested nothing: such jasper spears such jasmine rice, but something hurts
about her past: whereto, is chivalry? where has he dwelled? for rain drips
through the roof. we looked so deceitful. you were fresh from love. while
killing us was so easy. but perception be cursed, or tapestries be washed, or
tubs be filled with multiple Immanuel’s. the treasure is bleeding it dies while
we laugh it has become an amoral universe—it dined with grasshoppers it mingled
with ferrets it pledges something it forfeits: those tales we told those futile
wishes while something needed first experiences: our cobras or mongooses, our
souls or brains if but never to discern.
