I understand mercy, or the gates where it
hurts, or Zion in many faiths. so sworn to make decencies or raving the
darkness at a daughter a man a stranger. so compared to associates so mulatto
by rites or such feelings we struggle our screams. a man might worship in
violence such decades to capture where essence was slanted by wrongness. it
becomes a fear. it’s a documented horn. while most have kneeled at the altar.
so much a child while anointed where a dynasty wears indifference. the feuds in
us those dreams we forfeit while genocide is often lieutenant. (but such soft
cadence such cold oils while one might surrender a nimbus: such warring deceptions
where the sawmill must be fed while we pride something meaning little.) I’d
celebrate salvation or ponder deeper for it seems to change the countenance.
such absolute abstracts in a wrestling domain while unable to explain certain
experiences. needing lovingkindness or to symphonize where the maestro is invisible.
the witness of our souls or that whispering identifier so cold at intervals: so
wroth with self so accursed while blessed into dungeons or mistakes where
something incredible might seem excruciating! those hedges we watch those walls
we wash or our recognition that This Is Us!
the
indirectness the college life the moments that are genuine or unique or
unrehearsed, these seem to be a soul’s bulwarks, or the fibers of love.
it
became a stronghold or a chain or The Jaws of Life—pulling or tugging while
stressed in war deprived but seeking glory! those vanity reasons as to cleave
to perfect fires where anything human must be disregarded. the willing nexus
the unwilling nucleus or so drugged so unborn that any silly gesture becomes
sexual. our lungs burning our frets insanity while it was life to unforgive a cycloptic
negligence!
so
hampered by spinning or a pivotal sky so drenched such heavy footsteps! those
cracks in concrete the gases from jets so much to live in absence. the plays we
fuddle to confuse with existence as so many rivets trigger interior eyes: the
wells, the sinks, the mind’s playwright!
