it
hits home as Love was sad where a support data is essential; or left to
thoughts, a baby in a boat, while we worry for mother. such dead bones while
walking plus no one gets the grief. this heavy ass life this damn gutter where
a woman is soliciting her sewer. the freedom of deception as so free if but to
obey. to make a choice, as to choose life, or face ostracism. the lizard asking
questions, the caiman laughing harder, or the dinosaur becoming genetics. I praised
in suffering. I giggled in tragedy. where a man must admit something aches. I
met flowers. I sneezed from pollen. I tried to secure the nectar. (it was long
seasons, as securing dis-happiness, while seeing your perspective: those
grounds for dismissal, or the soul needing a father, or such resistant
frustration; as a soul undergoes herself or visions empty out while some love
but hate simultaneously—those maps as so indistinct but afforded such faith;
those wild globes those intimate cosmos while we feel as though we have everything
one shall ever desire: such wood bugs, or snow winds, or a woman too striking to
die.) our sockets flooded or drugs hampering pain where eyes are too wild to
resist: a man adores what is unknown, a woman decodes a tragic urgency, where a
woman runs, for Love is too much for one planet. I will never deplete as one replete where
if it hurts, I shall not worsen her ability to resist dying. such as miracles
while it isn’t an option but it gets too low to swim.
