we
vet a vat so vexed it was pure honesty. by purpose such palaces while a dear pagan.
so many colors such interior healing while introjects are rapid: the liquor
would muffle me, the pain would mirror me, while a man has private dialogues.
so cursed to meet us so damned to adore us where frequencies arise with
pressure. (select a door, The Price Is Right, while we seclude into essence.)
such as drowning
sections where faces appear while I bought a new camera—those old photos those
nine pictographs as fevered vines frame force. she would look, feel permanent,
or summon abstracts; for it gets radical as to meet one’s brains or to love despite
something deleterious—notwithstanding, such flurry or fracture while something
delicate is being altered: the podium voice, the voiceprint, while filled,
fretted, or refilmed.
so
unstuck so famous in self or a nobody sewer poet.
such to live to
examine rules while understanding ethical conflict. “that isn’t us, it doesn’t
apply, wherefore, we can’t absorb it.” it gets radical it changes lenses it’s
pure polemic.
—for we desire
structure as it applies to reality while we also need variety. but much to
sawdust or sandcastles or actions while priding autonomy: huh!
there’s a land to
wander as stealth wanderlusts so much duplicity. as to deal or opt out, for it’s
marvelous while it rolls.
we
seem to vanish from moment to second if but a dear fantasy. we realize
something determined, or we battle a discerned anxiety, “life is permanent
without me!”
how
would it feel to yank off every hair on our bodies in one felt swoop? this is
but a piece of such discomfort is us.
I
wrestle a hurdle so confined to jigsaws while life seems a riddle; accept our
agendas while so near where we might act out. such jousting with ghosts, where
phantoms win, while reluctant to pass out cameras. so much those eyes so much
those elements where it doesn’t matter what I may feel; albeit, or an aftermath,
or something too intricate to identify. one is grown the lands are purple such
as life is perfect. we age to come to witnesses where reality is fierce,
dominant, or plain unfair. to have given passion, to have endured passion,
while one is such a stranger. our bodies follow instincts, our minds follow the
tillage, or captive hearts follow indefinable captivity. but life into its
portal or The Troubled Boy, or anguish too steep for another session.
such intolerance or battered emotion while it was pure hatred to lose us. a man
at his damages or a woman claiming her soul as distinct differences un-tame
something so proper for others: miracle thinkers, if that’s appealing;
beautiful people, if that’s demanding; or suffering people, as some dedicate
their existence!
