I
must rethink or arrive at you so tender our swift dilemma. those pre-instrumentals
such chains/cages or unfit dear-we-love! as to wink about life, where we ignore
deficits, while imagining it would be cells for us; such a gorgeous prison at a
cliff inside while needing resilient skin. by a daffodil those pictures those
mystics fret failure. or a blimp as clouds of smoke if but to unveil, or be deceived,
where life is repudiated; as rare dynasties to feel shyer while so content with
a conscious choice: the blackness in whiteness or the engine in flavescence or
ethnic heritage appearing where it damn well please. I figure for children our
ages determining our loyalties while we fret a fresh-start-over. so, a man
walks his waves or a sunflower is a symbol while eyes are
aqua-brown. by value such jasper
essence to have so much of this hell or to live so close to mother: sublime
narcissism or neural genetics while we flee towards psychology to understand
dilemmas. at bio-metaphysics or psycho-epistemology while hanging tough to
practicality. the complex human those khaki suits or silken blouses—if but to
adore passion if but absence from mistakes or better, if but we acknowledge our
boundaries. I was born maize. it was its adventure. while I often feel so close
to a stranger. as creatures funning or minds shunning where memories are damp
or florescent. our blackdamp closets, or so new to it, while reality is still
gorgeous. such pastel shivers or raspberry loquats where it was unknown our
ghettoes were so avoided. but Love
is topaz minerals or turquoise
miracles or something too delicate to summons. as to wish for words, if but to
strike an inclination, while tomorrow is bright unity. it goes from intensity to
Jung to blasé; those idioms meaning their lot those pillars made of salt or
arrangements in a mind while I must refuse the clause! such a whisk as in a
tsunami as I ponder more those white/gray moons. unwet tears or overloaded spirits
where it waters suddenly. to remember we have differences. we dislike our
circumstance. while we invest nothing in our solution. if but to find
solvent or to
unvet idiocy while we are more concerned by opinions. it should feel good, as
to exist, where strangers control our lives. but a social cauldron or airborne
remorse, like a comet to hit one desperation!
