it
becomes apostolic or witchcraft into the darkness eyes of a madder science; by
touch or rage such confetti personalities so liquid as it dies—the comforts of
California the wise-eyes of cameras while a woman has monopoly: those years
demanded the dauntless ambition while frozen or frolicking as sudden so frigid.
a flushed feeling such vexing vomit while fretting an audition for asinine: by
dirge or dirt facing an elegy or panic to minds so alienated from what might be
mines. but people give a damn so much to be correct while discernment is
screaming! but your intuition as fraught by sensory data where seeing seems so
desperate: those jute ropes those swarming ancestors while given particular
lineage or beauty so curved such a daunting execution: the fair value the arête
menu or emotions so thick the walls are hard to chew; but life passing ghosts
or millpond luggage where one sits alongside a dozen geese. to polish devastation
to color by wheels or to escape a second into a louder silence; such radiance
so powerful while needing to tap inward the fire in machines the bags as filled
where one is abandoned to wisdom. a dear friend a loved celebration while camp
is a time to drift. (the geography of freedom): our director supports white
supremacists. where twitter had to remove his tweet. such times if but to
protect the soul where most are told brazenly, we don’t ink you! but love is
the soul, love is its angst where many are concerned: the mother no one knows,
the kindhearted stepfather, or the longsuffering granny.
