you
might chastise liquid or provoke a dream, where a man is colorless; those
chests-heaving(s) our scars while knees hit carpet: purple guts, magenta veins,
where it could if someone cared. I imagine ivy league so attached to
independence or too intelligent to reappear—those fireflies so nectar a feeling
while life it too much for science. you might chastise blacks or predicament it
might seem beneath you; you might laugh when it hurts or cry when it feels
perfect: such dynamite eyes, so self-conscious, so devoid or simple reasoning.
I escape you by adoring her or I deceive this person I live inside; broken
hourglasses, scrapyard momentums, or elevated cartoons: to drift by sequences,
or to die by infatuation, while most souls are cold, callous, or feel too much.
such devious bulbs or resentful watts while it must be your way; but a man
reneged, it frets like Helen, it seems too icky: those vaults as so congested
if but too curious to determine. our needs so intricate but a person fits those
requirements, so one must be worthy—thus, so towered inside such famous
utterances as collected by patches or pieces: our restored selves our uncured
hostilities our facts like fire. by such agonies to have death eternal to live
or dance while feet refuse to maneuver. I imagine deliberate gestures, flaming
etiquette, as a mind incorporates vibrations.
it seems
inconsequential or it lives by its surface or it strikes like a stroke. it’s
gorgeous science so caged outside where a man enters his forests—those ultra-locations
or a soft memory while the deceit we give seems so gentle. too much winter or sultry summers while we
have never as one so dark, so furious, as a friend of those eyes—to die with
passion or unlock so lonely a decade of portrait devastation—too detailed to
lose so captive a lusted soul or too beautiful a man watching movies. I was violet sparrows or decimate anger at
roots so uncertain concerning by greatest sacrament.
