we require aids or keepsakes or better, one person through terrors. some
qualified soul, a neat physician, one equipped for miracles. (what has
happened, where self-sufficiency, is such a threat?) our need is human, our
famine is reaching, but more a jaunt through its battle. one might be adequate
those dying roses where petals outlived their mothers. the boat has nets.
“place it at the side.” we now have more than enough fish. (henceforth, we
study emptiness, or testimony, where we value experience.) I’d hear sermon,
while studying emotion, I’d stumble into the bridechamber. by a new garment
upon new wineskins it appeared to fit. something seemed agitated. earth-human
was rumbling. but it ends or arises in mysticism. the low intonation the tenor
voice while one foresees his existence.
stargate doors or cartoon rooms while one is watching responses. (to
give distrust, even provocation, to then ask where mistrust has come from.) the
bells are ringing. we partake of shewbread. we spend time in a cave. our temporal condition, or all things
evolving, while a ninety-year old says: “I’m a Traditionalist.” one has to hear
it. it’s an eye-patch. it gives one what she needs. such dread of death,
surefire uneasiness, while concerned about our children. so vibrant the gem, so
encased the person, while one has read our intentions. so much determined, by
little wingspans, while one claims Absolute Analyses.
