I
wander streetlights or stressed so much pash—eyes such fire or ears so sly at limbs
so peculiar: when night might die or chains might release while after more than
darkness; so dear to feelings so directed by agenda where dreams are cubes of
dice: in a soul elevated or dying while passion such sweet placebo; to laugh
like ventriloquists or shadow like boxing such rich-molded marionettes. if to
adore once more if action with emotion while insistence kills its agony. so
revived in you as never another creature so sore where resurrection is so
believable: by clandestine powers or alien wits at a feeling too spacial to
define. it was fears in forests it was autumn by atmosphere it killed, knotted,
or knuckled in his belly; sheer disapproval even times to disgusts where
determination sprouted surrender; those notes on Rome those feathers in boxes
so borrowed by winds; to knit while numb or gnash or grind so nervous so acute—by
chorus or symphony by anthem or angel sullen by gates or such a sacrilegious
fate. by balm or billow upon a wind to seethe if but a gust of prose—our major
misleads our mailed mannerisms after minor mandates: a fire in a basement or
rain in a hut such haven so heinous: loving you it seemed serious I placed
gentility on its pedestal. I rethought existence. I hung discrimination. I became
bias upon a carousel.
