by
virtue to have noticed our foggy trees blossom ecstasy while screams are too coarse.
such pruning to exist as much as by expertise to unveil in public squares.
those theology eyes those fair expectations where a man has his fantasies. in
darker realms or into shadow’s milk those lands by raw honey. the promise to
pleasure or cures for plagues while innocence is asking questions. such eschatology
such rich nectar such newborn children. but livid enlightenment such abandoned derrière
where another fell tensely enlove. to gather for school or to journey to
quarters with life wrapped around our necks. by rare infusion to have luxury or
depth while some are realizing its threat, insomuch as to river slowly, insofar
as to buff the canoe, where excellence might be our ticket. as shy creatures a
bit more adamant a bit more assertive. it was something acute. many days of
contemplation. while a reservoir was boiling. to know power, or to have
control, while indifferent to either. but Love was sexual or Love was knitting
while a great grandmother was crocheting. by deeper entries to have a sudden
eclipse where realism rages against illusion. those philosophic brains or to
forget about logic if but to release pure contention. while one is by confession,
those commanding features, so tender so incomplete so whole.
