by creaking of its door, or spiders at
dust, or rakes across bear lawn. those deer-fathers as there for dinner or
alive when it hurts at most. a fan in rotation a heater unused but lit, while
we embark upon summer soil. those leaves so gentle, while existence is middle-ground,
where it’s most compelling to fiddle chains. such water as night falls, such
blinders listening to blenders, a solemn day a selfless intensity where angels
tug at father’s mid-brains: a knit luxury, a bag with pictures, a briefcase
with memories: an interior X-ray or a valve of persistence while somewhat
mis-fathomed. a road shimmying where life is fireworks while expressing the
best parts of humanity. a spigot of adventure a mythical adamance such
sprouting into a near-spaced galaxy; as living for love or falling for Love
where love is glue, concrete, or abstract absolutes. our furry in passion our
delights come dawn as souls frantic to relive the first of flames. by dear
dynasty by insistent heart-ware such sweet soft salience. a petal as it lives a
carnival filled with ambitions or sacred a kiss come midnight. those wild
moments even something nonconsequential as present or deliberate to nurse an adolescent
ego. such amaranth skies, or russet streaks, afforded one destiny to give. in leverage
excitements in lotic millponds by peaceful eternity.
