so
abased as coarse the river such beauty so horrific. the swamps made home the
tiny mayfly such mud so unclean. to reckon forethought where it looms by
absence while precious might be one more travesty. so cursed into bleeding such
stored adrenaline—at run-paths cutting curves where welted, vexed, seeking
freedom. those lies meant nothing at minds with pathology such math but it’s too
late for algebra. we dine embarrassment we live with abrasions so gifted so raw
so isolated—if but white porcelain or ebony vanilla at sharks or whales
carrying an octopus. too much to vanish too little to return or too righteous to
retreat; as hated his guts but it meant so little, while it grows to insist so
boldly. versicolor habits or wrecking ball delusions while most move too
quickly to make decisions. more to forethought this maze of maladies where most
are inaccurate. such sensuous lies such dear deliberateness insomuch souls are
deluded for years. (would you have me, in that space, where I always look
askew? would you love me, exactly like that, where I couldn’t breathe? or would
you risk humanity in one rush to just pour out every detestable ribbon?) a
person realizes something, in this rinsing abandonment, we learn that our lives
are fragile; it comes by a glance, but it was oh so my imagination, to have
treasured another above common resources. it seems too unsteady, too ready,
where one is at disbelief. by griot
history or satire redemption to put life in the infights; silver concrete or
basement candles, it has become pure fire; our investments or determination
while creating screams. if but to live its lamp if but to sustain its lance while
dying in you seems adolescent: the chained gates those graph-paths or sidewalk
receding into mind-caves. so dependent so disturbed while liking is a hassle, a
hurdle, some type of hurting. unmoved resistance or organic fireflies while
loving seems incredibly human.
Thursday, July 30, 2020
Sidewalk Saxophone
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