such distinctive features so eclectic our
minds rashes over beauty. so negative by perception, to wonder intimately, what
are the quirks? millpond serenity or old flames while life is fettered to
appointments. to have elegance or sewn sophistication where a man debates his
suspicions. by sabbath night or Pentecostal fusion so deranged I can’t assess
Love. those morning ghosts alive but suspended where questions are posed by
neurotransmitters; such fragments by spaces those faces across their penial
glands where Love would argue her absence. a whale into darkness or pictures
appearing such cuts or devastations so prone to believing—the silent omen the
interior apparition so cursed it feels like it’s bliss. so many tender Goliaths
so confounded by grayness where something unstable feels so secure. our minds more
unable, to determine our floating sky, while something yearns for abuse: a
hatred for self, or treasured inabilities, where a person doesn’t fathom the
human’s worth. such a need for tableaus. so delicate our psyches. while Love
has been in therapy since adolescence: the addict parents, the creepiness, or
suicidal by fifteen. the overdose, the beauty treatments, while glowing comes fragility:
a want for children, a need for comfort, while amoral or unexplained. a doctor
at physics, a scientist to the tilt, insomuch as to give deliberate signs. our
secret souls. our attempts to reveal discomfort. while a person determines to
see only glamour. those halcyon eyes, the hibiscus palm prints, so absolute in
arenas of spirit. such a carpenter while assembling regrets for one is plain
too innocent. the need for experience those miles upon regions if but a
lethargic hourglass. our confliction totters it tilts into tolerance our core
values are chaotic. at imbalance by terrors while one asks, “Why are you
dying?” such becomes the answer: “I have incapacities or better, I have failed
humanness.” one needs a plethora of souls. if but to sustain existence. where
reality is too much to consider. the clocks are incorrect. those determinants
are too vague. for some are too exposed to follow a social ruler.
