those
dusky shadows as meant lately such unkempt categories. by sea scroll or
seahorse a bit low with pressure. so much for pride to cater to passion or to
value essence. such raw truth such past inabilities while she spoke unclearly.
a perfect story where two are concerned but only one is with error. such
vicious neatness where death seldom relents so much a man to his skeleton. so
dear for a time so desperate those years while it was known as love. salty
ivory tents or mahogany blueprints as investing much in our funerals. by furnished
tomb by mixed minerals, herbs, and seasonings—to auction one’s life or to
perish so often where not one made it through. but gates are open, anyone may
visit, as to walk away with maggots. those dark shadows if ever those scales
while we hope for judgment. but fierceness becomes indemnity where interior
‘might’ unfold a human; or not for action, but more absence, where everyone is
escaping. such region reputation or deep discomfort while choices might remain
repetitive. so much to hide. so controlling. where a person recriminates. or
rich frustration so thwarted by our beliefs while it felt good to be seduced.
our comparisons our working romantics where much effort is forward to depict
special love. caged by metals or speaking by irons while wrinkled or untidy.
those dear murky skies those dreary emotions or the dread of feeling attracted.
our houses filled with momentums our spouses unclear while often we knew for
need while wishing for acme. to leave on our own to spend years at academia
while I must ask: “What was the plan?” so unfair in me or traveling but vague
so ambiguous our brevity. those brief nights the best of another person but it
couldn’t keep us. something carried. it was so weary. it cried to tug. yes, a
fretted fever, a deeper distrust, while routines are mental. so, to lose was
beautiful or to gain was passage of rites, insomuch as always losing you. by
cape only. never by mutual grounds. or pure manipulation. so many questions.
while they always worked. but such mystery by method these churns of
affairs.
