so inclined those petals to wish, whistle or
wager. such dreams to have one or wandering havens to heal gently. but what do
we give so regathered so under-registered? those filthy habits those heaving
motions so moved if but to die. it was wrenching for wretched for wellic
a crime so social we abandoned us. as crude creatures so assailed by activities
to assert sweet resurrection. it becomes extravagant while censured to imagine
what a soul would experience. our catastrophe such wilting syrup to have
justice executed. while a decent soul, even a man’s anguish, where he must be a
gentleman. but flowers are southern or dying is sexual if but to have such
lovers. our minds at wars our weal-sociality while most are eager to rendezvous.
by angular devices a woman so much in trend while this is seasonable. if but to
love freely as freely used while rapacious by sundry needs. such knotted
honesty such curious fevers as favored or casted aside. this most hurtful
polish where reality is senseless for this is our reason for silence. but a
soul needing you but a soul abandoned to you while souls are negating freedoms.
we delete this or reveal it where a world is saying, “No! this is the poet’s
anxiety. I can’t imagine that scar. I’ll never do gnats again.” our uncured
wounds our wells wheezing as beetles’ bathe in ponds. such relegation such
rowing rivers so assigned to dissociation. while Love is inrush by fatigue to
have never such velocity—as men revamped, such never it would be, those tender
passions so debated. our flying agonies our dense dissonance where the poet is
morbid. this fool-creature those caricature risks while angst tastes like rage—our
vinegar dripping our molasses so indebted while he said something strange. but
ecstasy so valid into mercy wailing while so close nothing could unbolt—those tides
too capricious those wonders too insecure or so strong a man points to it,
gives it breath, as to evolve into something ruined by its environment. “I was
so gentle those nights; before one permitted deaths; to have soulprint feelings
or seaquake upheavals.”
