you see America, in all of its catastrophes,
such bandages such wounds such harm. if but too clearly the wave of pillars the
concrete we must salute. our officers filled with abandon our women trying to
keep peace our children trying to decipher rightness. the blood of the bone the
brink of incompletion while our pain may feel small or insignificant. such
distressors such distraction if but to mete out our ambition our justice our
call towards humanity. I have loved you. but a drilling in brains. while I have
perception. the wheels so lonely so made of ‘things’ but not of what consists
in us. I ask for healing or rapture or something carrying you through academia.
—for once it kicks in, the global agenda, innocence might be hard to remain; this
acme in skies those thrills in passion while so academic one feels likely
uncertain. such a trounced disposition so much murk while we claim our daughter
is unaffected; for we need illusion we pander towards feelings, while it
freezes all incumbency; the fright so haunted the nails so fretted where a
skeleton just fell.
it's not the infraction that hurts the
victimizer, it’s the publicity. our wiretapped minds our righteous intonation
where most give a damn about truth. it comes to closets or remaining hidden if
but to seduce more victims. such a hard claim, but worldliness is fraught by
sociopaths: the dislodged conscienceness, those loquacious behaviors, while
cured enough to realize deception: moreover, so detached from interior,
plotting monopoly, while so obvious to most discernment. a child never knows
until he knows where such behaviors are normal to him. so flushed so itchy
while it accesses its screams. such false tears as seeking a response but never
tears for a tragic reality. the man outcasted, the priest vilified, or family
members discarded. such apologies realized as wrongness while desperate to mend
rifts. the glory of suffocation or pride in suppression where a family is
disgusted. the wraith is us those phantoms in time while a daughter might accept
corruption.
so overborne such ecstasies where jets
flee into California. by Third World anxieties by tweets to our president or a
feeling for that elderly gentleman.
such dwarf elements such leprechaun
mercies if but an elf upon a wish. our fairy godmothers our dearer grandfathers
or those that fight for reasonability. our sorority mindedness or omega realism
so blue to feel so hazel. the need for a feeling while desperate for desire to
do just about anything for admiration. the bullseye in anger those fretted
portraits while a man died trying to hold his rage. if but to love you if but
to ignore pure disgusts while pleading to rebuke the giant monster!
assess the mathematics adrift the triangle
where we war against honesty. become Illuminati if but to fathom its dynamic if
but to understand it’s not about a group.
so much untraced or so little for exposure
where we look towards our daughters. the cloak is radical the fathers are
struggling while we put in as much as we receive.
the candle grows into torque or promises
might have meaning where fury is a participant. such tapestries or pleats while
peeking behind curtains. to imagine men as leviathans or women as adders where
it appears, we need each other: the great gifts, while holding lungs, where it
was terrible beauty: such physical force, such truth where it was waterfalls,
or such forgiveness for it was sincere. by lovingkindness or longsuffering
while many realize it must hurt to solidify!
