was
it fire to unleash after such furious doctrine? our souls occupied. our native
screams. to have un-voiced in picturesque portraits. such polished tempers. or
sky shivers. with midnight so beautiful. as dying nonplus or favored for
failures such tender warm fleece. but Love so gracious as to comfort death
where caution wailed for coverage. our channeled motivators those doors by
hallways as trekking parallels. our spider houses our trapdoor tarantulas while
for sport we wrestle scorpions. such treasured loses. such stunned bodies.
while our lakes have overcasts. to need anger. if but to survive. with trespass
at his knees. by combat or treacherous displeasure into something terrific. by
stages, Love. by infamous self-loathing. to have comfort too realized to enjoy.
such sugar-ignition by sour piety if but afloat by ten choruses. as needing you
softly to lose you harshly where pride prevented much needed groveling. our
tortured lullabies. our rhapsodic depression. if but this mocking cliff! oh by
melancholic mysticism or apophatic exposure if but so simplistic it
reached the small suns. those sublime tornadoes those caves in cores as if to
die while re-raveled. nothing was said. while minds merged. if but coquettish
sorrow. our deep desperation. into fury or flame so frantic so blessed into
something cursed or beautiful or titillating.
