by
tender negation those open wounds as some are keen. (I feel lagoons of boiling
lava while six years later the same excuse; but treasured vacuums or portraits
screaming while we see this often.) to travel by compass to avoid landmines
where we took dew precautions. as so ruined or so on track while we arrive at
delusion. our souls pardoned or flesh standing trial while emotion is our
primary defense. (but creatures feeling uncouth insofar as tortures where
gazing at eyes at a sore infraction.) something might agitate it might become
antagonistic where we must be ourselves. it flies out windows those niceties
become transformed where I was gentle by expectation. but the poet is vicious
the song is universal where reality tends towards our comforts. we can’t outlive
it. it continues to come back. where we disdain them for knowing. such
one-sided coins or bias in our favor, while those vestibules have open bars;
our remote images where one was smitten to give but unequipped. (I know
potential. it frightens me. while uncertainty is existence. I require one
thing, elsewise, it’s a bit extra, to assert this round is by error.) Love is a
preacher, such terror in me, where the wrestle is understanding! those portals
while we listen or to wonder concerning clarity, to reinvest or to remarket
after pure association!
