maybe
its tempo or maybe its kernel as feelings would escape. the sweet nectar those
tragic features as looking-it but not alive: such addiction we chase while never whole as curious devastators. while I called but nothing answered they had fled
decency. so quickly enlove with such dire hopes while it meant nothing. but so
much more, those apples afar, while up-close is pure disinterest. our bodies
uncontrolled our fantasies as cravings so drawn to upper-echelon. such
galloping such leaping where hurdles are mounting. the curse of the emotion the
feeling of possession where one wasn’t as the other featured. such used souls
so destroyed while a trail of victims linger a great distance. or so glorious
so fair as never but one fire; such fetters as dying to unchain so raveled by
deception. a man gazing into screams a myth as it would manifest or pain as it
would suffocate. our discovered zeal our dear zest where Zen appeals for its
gathering. our heavy minds where daughters rehearse so thrown into haystacks:
such rapidity such deep formation while souls are hopeful for mysteries: as
casual lovers desiring obligation but leading like adders: so much to design
such hurt to give while unbeknownst to science there was Love. but so sweet as
to discover terms where at least they make passion; for some are commitment or
dalliance or the entire avalanche.
