it
would destroy by parts those eclipsed oceans. so young those diamonds where
essence exposed disjuncts.
such
restored indifference while to ask Injury, “Why are you so defensive?” by
ancient pain the misery of children while it becomes, “He can’t leave me!”
such
mesmerization or cirrus screams while souls are aching shadows. the ghosts in
us the fire in mother as to witness one refusing to surrender.
by
incandescence such holy mastiffs but an inrush of mistaken gunfire; such
wiretaps so internal while a dream is a partial confidant.
the
skies are depressed our fury is flung into chambers while one sees spiders.
such impassivity to become pure passion with damage seeming so intimate: such asphalt
debates or hairpin ideals where thoughts are anchors—as berets are symbols or
death is delights while too inverted to ever touch freedom.
but
father is established the grave is intimate such tombs or wilderness so seated
beneath oaken rain: the soft essence those blue majesties at such dear
desperation.
don’t
joust with emotion. don’t seize the phantom myth. insomuch as a heart angles
for the flailed perfection!
if
but to exist by fields semi-exulted by self wherewith it becomes sleepy desperation;
our altered minds our candy on Halloween or offices opened on Christmas Eve;
such
therapeutic insatiability or needing something, its falling concrete by which a
false identity becomes lifelong generators.
if
but sincere sanctions or southern dedication while a nun might lose Jesus. so
false in presumption so beige by assertion where some souls are selected by
mothers.
the
jaunt to your airs or assumptions come true while I envision such inordinate,
indeterminate, or incredulous devastation.
by
Love was assassinated or essence alienated to find us in stillness gripped by hara-kiri.
