such vehicles so adverse while decency is
so difficult. such surrender into such volume where lies seem natural. our
gutted society, our inclinations, while we need a chapter device. so cold in
freedom too vicious for a child while everything you love is by a thread. the
breeze is shameful the planet is imbalanced while trust becomes a fraction of
specious reminders: such menticide such disbelief as lost in a vortex. but seas
are inviting where feathers are un-plucked while Love is angry beauty: the
fever by its database while one is so curious!
so
fragile by grace while so moody where a man can’t admit it. the errors of
humans those pieces as confetti while closeness proves as hurting: the village
gate, the hallway hermit, while we never know the breaking point. it becomes a
project while giving rope where this, too, becomes its dissatisfaction; but
love isn’t an insect, or a centipede, or even, sugar in a jar: the baffled
skies or unorthodox prayers or a member of our sect. she dances with pain she
advocates for destruction where anything close was nearly destroyed. a man gets
fire, through dynamics, or it brings him treacherous realities.
I
walk slowly, some metaphor in mind, to gaze into a tub. such by unsteadiness,
or core unreality, while a bathroom seems too familiar. a man sees himself, in
relation to his queendom, in absence or presence of his seeds. so much to a
friend, where they know for traffic, while something might seem essential to
but one. by mind feelings or emotion surgery, while deciphering value or
determination. (so shallow about deepness. so unconcerned. —for I’ll get a new
one!)
such
social taxes where we build accounts while multiple accounts accrue emotional
interests. I try to get through as parts those dregs while I can’t fathom a
father which says so little. as begging powers or ignoring options where some
of us have died too often, seen it too much, where the amount was paid long ago.
