I
disappear roaming mind or thrust by nonexistence. such penalty such
screams at jeans laughing. years into it, so much trauma, while a face keeps
popping up. somewhere in youth so accredited while I can’t fathom—those alleys
those bikes those homes! it was a
dream as to witness blackness as to come knocking at my soul. such chills or
tremors or so misinformed. if but to
gather, maybe a tun of diamonds, if but to hold your confidence. so lost those days or so falsely crucified
while this is normality. I sense
energies as I muse to get a glimpse of a present dreamscape. so found in an
instant or relocated in a second where humans shift from maze to dazing. so
fragile trying like Jesus if but more strength: deprived at a moment, heart so
empty, where it seems like excavation; by freedom machines or cantankerous
silhouettes in so much to drag that little person outbound. (if but to meet him
as listening to whining to exploit such consciousness; if to love you, where it
never violates, such cherries or soda pop; but never enough while left where
found as a damn puppet.) to fill bags, to open gates, or to kick science dead
in its ass. (so much by freedom! it’s hard, it plummets, it pillages. to break
chains to die in resurrection while unfolding or landing where kittens seem so
important. by fields into mythos or bandages while bleeding at some
sheet speaking superior destiny. if to see more if to awaken early while life
is quite serious: such baffling behavior while culprits giggle as expected to
be cordial: for ambiguity is pivotal, it directs behavior, where if concrete is
absent a response is delayed.)
