so
casual so filled so night-warranted! the beige concrete, those cobblestones
while listening to his soul. so far into grays so sworn into allegiance at
something never was mine—the gut those fires while a man tastes knees the
freedom of dying the glory in living while they’ve done their worse! (I pet a
ferret I enveloped a vision where a woman took his hand. those nice demons
until it cuts while a shift must surprise: to feel eyes, where eyes pierce back
at war cries!) Dear Irene, such the freedom-keeper, such a crypt designator
where a madman might lose senses. so
cheeky at times so involved at moments while nothing seems to destroy essence. I see boxes or chests or drawers with
dreams so fraught, it felt so delicious! but a mount or a fount as cut, ruined,
while stressing return: “I’ll show if good. I’ll be like winter. —for Love must
adore resilience.” indeed but nothing
was felt as nothing was lived it was everyday activity—nothing special! I left in torment it was hellish but pain
felt ecliptic. such a friend, so loyal, as to swoop in, take inventory, or act
upon a widow: his best efforts, his draping soul, such as demented the greatest
happiness. so deserved for such ruins while religion opens recompences.
such flame, Esoteria! such fuss over debts.
while I need total acknowledgement. such a fool! so distraught those ribbons!
but nakedness at such rivers while an ocean fell; those meanings such respect
where it never ventured. some need
obedience
or blind windows where galaxies sway between us. if trying so indebted or such
hard vulnerability. to have a curse, to nurse her guts, to suckle at her
travesty.
but
other vastness as dear to memories so effused where winter was harsh. a brief
satchel a southern admiration while we fail to know humans. such a gift, as to enthrall a man, or even
to have a child with the future held at resistance. as mother needed life or
friend needed syrup while such a man left to desolation.
