so
faceless with a face while I saw a shoulder. so theological with stretching
reigns as to demand with assurance. so spiritual in hives or accursed from the
womb where it has never been its enchilada. such raw beef such infatuation or
so at war love has addendums. so proud to have met so uncured to have died
while we rush to a familiar us. as never quite whole or an unspoken agenda
while most people are see-through. to need our deprivations or to live the
bereft life or so fortunate to have touched beautiful excitement: as an uneasy
creature, so motivated by galaxies, while realizing certain quakes throughout
existence—certain recurrences or such raw turmoil or a certain determined
resilience; as this is good, but why necessary, where most everyone is heavy at
a structure? our stencils creating images or our ideographs seeming immaculate
while sure confrontation causes entire buildings to crumble. so, a man studies
science or becomes fanatical where we are borderline zealots—for just about any
belief while edifying anomalies as cut sore unto gristle, bone laughing so
unsure of our static, mind-cultural abstracts—where souls die while feelings
are protected, for it hurts like pain to suggest we might have it wrong. but
what to love this essence we have excavated or a feeling for one while it seems
so much at liberties. we mustn’t drag furniture out we must dust our homes we
must wash our curtains: those bold carpets, our midnight desks, our computers
collecting sentiments. such software to need your talents where this is what we’ve
become. trees bleeding substance or palms holding vines while days are more
about philosophies. so much a craving if but something tangible or so enlove it
hurts to consider your weaknesses. as a man would live, he may surely die, if but
surrender unveils his spark.
as of late, I have
spoken more to a man’s plight, where this becomes universal. we seem as such
creatures—bound to lights or wrestling watts or sudden into epiphanies. but
evenings have been made raw skies have penalties while a man seems most
threatening. such reflection where women dance as taught to use tools or to
dive-in while so accustomed to locating kernel or bat with screams. but I reckon
such blithe as it seeps into articles where a conversation has ten
interpretations. as hermeneutics such exegeses this is how I have come to
associate such thunder. as cold winters or warm summers so born to exospheres.
