…thus,
deep dark wilderness, a person inverts, where blackness hung across her
face. so damaged those frames while hung
by trees so accursed as it was written.] if left passed night-terror, such
friction or baptism.] so empowered while wheezing neutrality our nucleus so
fragile. seeping into emptiness, or apocalyptic deserts, too desolate to maneuver—too
far to resist too gathered to succumb where one in angered, for we see more: an
inner symphony a gunning philharmonic at lakes reknitting, or sullen, while
ghosts fled the forest.] so determined while we challenge, where we assert what
we can’t tolerate! but days into messages or roaming literature while they
assert this is our good life.] such overborne anguish, such revving torque, a
touch a torch by travesty or silence. (it appears crosswise, such by
insistence, while a child sees things differently.) those pictures meaning life
those symbols designed for purpose while examination proves we live in our brains—those
roads where maps end while something has skipped its grid—the lock of traffic
the gut ruined while one smiles, looks closely, as feeling discomfort.] our
souls caved-in our concaves fraught our rock-mud bleeding glass. to have chosen
deceit to have wielded deceit while many are received unto deceit.] such power
in a force such a transfixed perception while so distressed or so
fretted where one might have a clue. by trenchant discussion by wealthy
circulation where life is selecting its characteristics: as thrumming
deterioration, where devaluing our unities, to dare ask a person, “Why are you
angry?” by contained infinity by ruined tomorrows where something strips
asphalt. our ‘making this work,’ or our ‘trying harder,’ while it all tastes
like more instability!
