one wishes resplendence or to believe
where faith is rendered passion. by tender wilderness, the aye-aye laughing,
the owls speaking Swahili. our gifts for compassion, our teal eyes, so taken by
another creature. to decipher love its intensities its lifeline. so gracious
those months so dignified these years but something holds fever hostage. by
deep lagoons or upon a leaping frog as negotiating our actions. those soft
ponds those algae creeks or brooks into our mountains. such dreamscape
gentility. so gorgeous in sophistication. whereby, a gesture becomes erotica.
our sweetness so incorrigible, our minds swarm with graces, there is much to a
person’s integrity. if but to adore essence if but aging with delicacies so
featured in a person’s screams. faces in faces, or fire filming fire, such
fierce familiarity. bodies knowing solitude or souls at serenity such brave
ideals. fated gates or firm fences while one has its keys. to speak as a child by
engendering affections where one is absolute monogamy. (it tortures the poet,
to examine the kingdom, as to determine—we’re attempting something technical.
as needing an excuse in this freedom of opportunities where slight admiration
strikes the human ego.) whereto, such asking for absolute detachment, while
pleading for exclusive access, in an environment searching for its meaning. our
religious notions, but our anti-religion, where we need pudding but not its
ingredients. so moral at our terrors, in such glitter our society, where one
gives in the heart’s absence. it becomes free-floating, our inclinations where
one is assessing us: to determine value, such needs for nuance, while we perish
by originality. our formed bodies, our long mane, or an animal inside that
comes out; indeed, or something reserved, so captive its excruciating, while a
person is breaking out in hives; such a perfected countenance, or pent-up
energies, while so behaved one becomes a great magician. it seems nice but it shall
implode while others are tugging at its soreness. nonetheless, our aches for
acceptance, our groans for completeness, enhances our inner negation.
