by
religiosity a man would prevail or come to conundrums. more riddles or needing
mystics or cursed by seething memories. so perfect as a human, she has Argus
Eyes. I met her in condition so to live as majesty while another personality
seemed indelicate. a man must retreat into a dungeon where belief is normality.
it’s never our shadow where Love was cognizant, she knew for veils. another
would provoke as designed to attack where it depended upon opalescence. our
colors but graphs while one designates contentions where we haven’t been
dedicated to scholarship. but Love knew this or Love has boxed a culture where
nothing was good enough. such instruments or intellectual genocide while most
are debating Armenian ideology. if but soundness if but to meet in spaces
instead of armchair retaliation. those soothing lungs those blueberry lips or
to imagine our social habits. as condemned or blessed where we see ourselves
while time ages fair beauty. our gut xylophones our mental skies or such
epistemology, time is becoming cruel. one would sense anguish while ignoring
presence where another couldn’t be trusted. to doctor transcripts proven incapacities
while vying for some promotion. we would laugh but it’s immutable while most of
us are nervous. nevertheless, Love is there, in that space, becoming what one
intuits.
