it
becomes catastrophe such ragged brains such grief or shadow or tortures. to
scrape agony, with so much to give, where it wasn’t enough. to escalate a
scream to settee a den while petting interior lions. at a cliff by pictures or
furies so acclaimed for scarred so destined for lessons. in pains so early the
great rift our telepathic souls. to treasure in spite of damages while most are
used. abusive pleasures into terror or grime while Love was nightmarish. so
sublime to have such currents to devastate by reckless habits. if but to sense
deeper lava to scrape and dance such art so crazy as it must be good. a dying
resurrection, a vague incarnation, while forced to struggle if but to get back
to famine. by sworn devotion or mantis fleas so attuned its phantoms to appear.
those gravity graves as aesthetics seduced while never a tenser matrix. (watchers,
so close, to have dined on false dialogue.) one is so terrific. one is God’s
child. such dark gracious Zion! at Judah so tatted at Jerusalem un-mental or at
Levites praising hills or trees or incense. so many mistakes, as borne to
edify, where an esteemed man has eternity chasing him. by no sicker reality to
have every crevice as if nothing was defeated. to need respect to need worship
to regard Yahweh! so much kneeling. so skeptic on you. or so involved its portico
to brains.
