I have loved but it feels difficult where
surrendering to love is a hassle. but by trust we presume our affection will be
cherished. if natural, or unbent, a child is a source of freedom: to see
penultimate altruism, or to receive, which vitiates altruism, into a sunset
spinning with experience. in darker truths, while it seems lackadaisical, most
aren’t surrendering to love. we shift our gaze while we hold our premise if but
to celebrate the ideal of love. to chance with perfection while harboring
spirituality so accepted as a penultimate source: those magenta skies those
jasper stars or our jasmine sun—to live for family to know quasi-safety or to
surrender to human accessories. if by sons or daughters, or wives or husbands,
or such grandparent sacredity. as grounded by pillars, those facial guarantees so
famous by palatial hearts. (as one senses emotion in reflection of the beloved
while living is made easier. such members accustomed to presence where aging
becomes graceful. or to exaggerate love, to need to undress dying, or so
unappreciated it hurts to breathe.) as we assess an agenda, while we examine
words, where each letter has a numeric value. such access to accented cries
where many are unable to settle into perfection: it hurts too much; it doesn’t
feel normal; or alarmingly, one doesn’t feel worthy. such abandon or craving
eyes while souls must chastise self in order to cherish butterflies. (but
orientation means magic, if it has been normal, dismissing anomalies, it
remains normal; as penultimate excitement, as a dream within a vision, where it’s
essential to impassion the future: those brown-hazel-green-blue-eyed-miracles;
those knitters or dramatists at life with borrowed fitness; our legacies or
battles if to secure longevity.) it becomes genuine expression, while this is
hampered, for we’re obliged to assess what we say, versus, what can’t be said.
such instrumentals or loud seclusion where we attend to myriad/normalized
vicissitudes: such algebraic upsets, or untelevised omission, so much to
surrender to: beautiful shackles, dear appropriateness, plus, sanctioned skies.
