we
come from freedom or auction or diaspora.
the
rules are shattered eggs. the pain is collective. our desires are specific.
we
live the social circus, such tetras motion, if but the piece might fit. love is
by rubric until so embedded while we wander gently. our nearness to shadows our
bankrupt majority while something haunts our medications. such moral atrophy
such deeper conundrums where we need certain feelings. a person in demand — is
a supplier, nurturing emotional chasms.
such
is becoming true, our anomalies, our buffooneries.
I
have nothing to explore. or, I have everything to expect. or, illusion is
having its way.
we
mimic or die. such remains obvious. while home life differs from street life.
we
try hard we exist peeling boxes we ride the carousel. deep paradox in mind. our
need for security. our sackcloth behavior.
I
should love forever. this is our rule. where most are searching for wraiths.
if
to adore in passion that waist and legs while it becomes such parameters.
I
imagine curb oaths or delicate fantasy where Love is bejeweled or naked. such
tortured vines such unholy idolatry while life missing us would prove harmful.
such screen savers or running too fast our child headed to preschool. our dear
pains our shared omens our opus fable. such seducing literature our calm when
it hurts if but some proof for eternity. those sunless nights or those minor shifts
while attitude effects our course. by dear privilege or amazing aptitude, our
deep struggle.
