Beautiful Nightmare

such fire by souls so enveloped such a compass to feel joy by rain—much ecstatic beauty too aesthetic for memories such to need its essence. so zealot or such zippers, but a master of illusions; as developed strangers so intimate its force where flame is mountain: by dilemma or tragedy to hang so zeroed of such a best-friend. may daughters know such aloofness. or may sons aggravate by giant un-affection. so dear or unavailable by human interests—to be made of ashes to pierce glass while scars have become signposts: those vines or branches or mud coloring by compass—so many words such delicate lies while an entire life has been given to deception. so made of wood such fiery angels while a pen would choke if it knew its deliveries. to promise one last dream or to accrue three different hopes where so many war for coverage. (I speak of jubilant depression such paradox where a man dies while falling enlove): by curse of golden calves or winds in caves at concentrate citrus: our souls such complications or so moved by a glance as decided to renew reception; sure affection or sore reflection as pure dejection. those drastic aches if but one last climax or organic foreverness—as beige skies or turquoise deserts while adoring us is poured into one source: such desolate devastation such mathematical magic where anxiety becomes atmosphere; to die such living to arrive while late at luxury to possess an attitude. those cedar trees those cypress mice or any interior ocelot. if but to vex a vacuum or to enter into another’s vortex where before was sweet melody. such years with fire such destruction while building where something is so on point it becomes burdensome. refurbished by molten existence or smelt by mental silence as affixed to rhythmic ontology; such nausea if melting where beauty becomes a small infant—those orange skies those auroras terrors so resplendent into a nightmare.