I got buried in dirt, so sweet the
sentiment, so rough the perspective; as children roaming freely to make
mistakes to have traumas or cleave to insensitivities. so hurt or disturbed so
at love or failing while a man roots for his embarrassments. it becomes
Mysterium or eschatology or our personal apocalypse, at funerals passed
composure or adrift a sun-cliff as beautiful outstanding sorrow-grazers. it
would burn, mother, it would churn, father, while told something spellbound
into forgiveness—those weary waves those waxing allusions while awesome rain
hit the shores. opalescent misery such colors as crafts while caves open into
dark scriptures, this agony as fire those screams as grandparents while we
appear so passive-aggressive. are we for freedom? deep in its crevices. do I
wish you liberation or celebration where you part from me? I might need you I
might hear your piano and silence its keys; I might hide your trumpet for I
sense perspective while I need to survive. it’s darker lately. I river into
life lately. I keep rehearsing alchemy lately. the transformation of mountains
or copper to gold or the smelting of characteristics, if but to adore you if
but to uplift you as long as you never leave. such becomes knavish while eager
to forgive where it becomes its burden, to love like souls to die like cheetahs
while screaming, screeching, or wheezing, our gray skies our mandolins on
silence if but conception to justify each action. as chosen by design where
some pain is prestigious while other pain is quite selfish. to redeem a feeling
to panic by love to look so deeply and fall apart. maybe by chorus as sung in
unison to wonder why so many praises by Namaste. if but to manumit in
this christening of vexed souls where I give you what my parents didn’t supply.
it seems so easy, but newness every three to five months, as never
understanding the moral precedent. by webs or wildflowers, into sour and
wretched pleas, if to destroy something seeming strength; our gray assertions
our irrespective ways while discounting each other is more to protect our
self-image.
