I can’t go far. I must stay closer. the trough
screams. it was sheer exasperation.
or total non-confrontational. while instinctive assessment. we hide from us we die our reflection to
imagine we’ve done such music; the calm in war the uncharacteristic neatness
where even love is symptomatic. I
would locate you or find myself where a sweet trait became minor confession. I
would speak to Bishop. I would lie seeking remedy. he would rectify the lie I
worshiped. I wasn’t attracted, not as
madness, but those ambiance eyes. such single mandates, to arise as cultures,
by silent disgraces. it was us
sleeping. you pulled the signature move. we seemed to coalesce in dungeons. our
breakage our courage while you foresaw perception. a soul as an oven a whirl as flirtation or
so quick to rawness our six-day chamber.
the pomegranate symbol, such dirt beneath sneakers or such sweat the
nape; to taste salty flesh to touch a mushy mushroom while I lied to have potion;
the vast hallway those vestibule demons where entrance was pure negation: our
debts those boyfriends or a man with his projects. I saw a sepulcher I ran for existence but
life becomes something debating us: the beauty in there, the knowhow churning
in there, the child laughing so wildly out there. the loveseat was filthy the full-sized bed
had fluids but the possessed body is so false with cleanness. I resolve to adore I die to taste I
miracle an event a double climax. we spoke our seconds those tears were
blackmail while Love never cherished my sacrifice. but we leave life alone we permit her to
have reign while we become passive pantomimes. such pianist’ darkness. so inclined to
court depression. but a deep pain we pain to disclose. our dear violinist. our
re-purposed deception. while midway into killing us I fell enlove. the kill his
throat the bite his chest while I convulsed, she gave mercy. I couldn’t fire a fight I fueled failing
while death was sweeter. our strings
breaking while penance was raging such a blessing to have stolen DNA.
