we
sew into religion. we crash at science. but I see a church. I could, I think.
that is, speak to a pastor. indeed. sore development. or crazed tendencies.
nonetheless, behaved, even docile. to hear pain. to live flame. so cursed. so
blessed. yes. those fragments; for a fragmented life. everything is a symbol.
my love is iron. but at times, I become cotton. those spigots. those screws.
while so far left an old friend. indeed. somewhat a loss. somewhat an outlet.
while I fare better with a few. those theories. those screams. while a demon
deceives me. (we debate. we chop weeds. we measure evidence. I endure a
monster. (nothing more potent than a woman.) we seem so close we chance
arguments, laugh and rebuke tales. we curse. we talk flippancies. it’s a
legacy. she’s a museum: character, innocence, a touchstone pain. the ax at midnight.
the fumes midday. or, “I need to make a run.” I live it closely, and I tell
your guts, please keep sanity! give rope. as not to hang. but to bless the
unity.) we live in spirals. we spawn indelicately. or we worship a few souls.
into chaos or pillaging worlds or introduced to something inventive. by pure
invasion to meet horns to wrestle cobras as lost or forgotten or precious and
thriving so gentle to something estranged. but its deepest beauty those fierce
beings if but to rev each other into sociality.
