let
diamonds flood the heart or crystals flame the sky as lonely creatures so at
love it distresses. it would be something keen, as some atypical sunrise where
a person would open his affection for another soul. such reasonability such
rationality to imagine it requires proximity. longer wires or phone lines can’t
sustain but for its duration. the jigsaw road those garden cartwheels or
feeding koi quite innocently. but what to say love, or to avail against
treachery, when arms are reaching for ghosts? our viscera memories, or the
lack, thereof, while another is searching for our heartland. the psychic belly
by intense concentration where it becomes unamused innards. to have
imagination, or tradition, while one wasn’t conditioned for those rudiments.
but caged feelings as they erupt by projections but nothing so tangible it
compels action. for many persons, life is quite simple, they are moved by
salience. the top layer is treated kindly. they are not interested in depth.
while love means something gray. it mostly sings to control, or total freedom,
where sacrifice requires maturity. our emotions are basic, or quite undeveloped,
we’re quite susceptible. much entertainment or sycophancy where we regret but
take pride in its pleasures. or greater bliss despite disbelief while this is
normal. (but routine standards, or cosmic consensus, disguises our
philosophers, psychiatrists, and psychologists, even lawyers, or scientists, or
metaphysicians; to aid a person, one must fathom their malady, and I have never
met a quote, normal mind-examiner.) (it is impossible to have pains while
considered ordinary.) how have I lived,
in such sunny vagueness, where I desire to be just as every other man? the carnival is horrors or distressors or
galloping/sad/laughing clowns. so
compared to Janey so interested in Lisa or wondering what is meant by
soul-woman. I persuade in there a
recollection of everything ever stated as fact. that need to verify. those
walls shattered or made deliberate. while I’d opt out if it was solid
induction. our private catechisms our doctrine feeling good while God is a
school buddy for most people—this source made easy, this non-chastising friend,
or better, someone that we speak to for the Gospel of Riches. I rebound those scars as pure fire while I
compose more to connect than anything else.
into a ventriloquist to utter an emotion while it’s easier from the
puppet. our gifted perception, while we give away hope, to imagine misery
wishing us well. but skies to you or visions to guts where days are balanced
malaise.
