due
power of souls by eeriness of feelings at hills debating worship. such human
estimates or vanguard warriors or winds ruffling leaves. to have emotion or to
relocate sewn intensity of a first love. so abandoned to experience, so
open-minded, while resisting by jaded inclination. such noor to flourish, where
one might ask, “How is it by divine light?” our beliefs challenged, our
certainties reduced to absurdities, where one sees thin wires while juggling
sharp whispers. to have nothing, they left us there, & offered doubt for
comfort. “I’d rather us into my dragon than freedom for the masses!” by isms we
debate. by beliefs we see seams. or by emptiness we think unclearly. I imagine one sitting stiffly, a bit
angered or disgusted, for one is filled by simplicity—such exuding happiness:
the need for love the firebrand of romance where most are outdoing the last
session: it has little meaning, it feels a little dirty, or this is normality. some are with values or determined as to
desire aesthetic juvenation: we dine on something, but is parade different,
where appeal is determined by one’s course: so, one might enjoy more those
distant mountains where we assert emotion/feeling/or a sense of the sacred is
far more rapturous; but something is ignored, where experience becomes
futuristic behaviors, many are too established to feel giddy. it becomes a
message desired as maturity while others need hearts to ripple/vibrate/or
undress doubt. the winds are
psithurism such noor in unbathed woods as a poet might ignite a moment to die.
so numb these years or longing for an old self where it wasn’t pure suspicion.
but adult passion or sheer rehearsal or married young enough to dance with joy.
such forelsket by fire or undressed foreskins by covenant at some new home
undergoing kenopsia. the cobras are circling
into cities abandoned where most must trail its blazing sun. so edited such a few plugs while I dearly
felt something: the snake’s-medicine, the venom’s-beauty, where even monsters
have their sincerities.
