Monday, August 3, 2020

Canaanite Mystics

those ghetto beats such mystic exercises most groomed for deaths. to resist by fire or skate through Atlanta while destined for California. by sour religion or fevered religiosity too many ashes to eat. soul-burning-wool or disappearance right now where favor desires her nectar.     so sick with exorcisms or sugar esoteria as bled while watching; the pagan fool the medicinal goddess or round a map where sinners shy.     I held Sophia she yearned for wings I will never see Sophia; such chafed skies by sandpapered misery while a mother was content with her mirror: those strange folks as they scream, whisper or dynamite brains.     so many memes such cartoon flames as living someone’s replica. to feel clumsy or to have one second where a person feels like deserts; the laughing camel as struck an apex where floating was natural.

nostalgia for some. running for others. while a scream breaks an acorn. those sweet necessities, as would live for essence, where he deprived one to meet deprivation. such ghetto mystics such Liberation Movements while a saint was just beaten to death. as we hold rain where it drips glitter such wild black-eyed blood. the oxygen for ransom the breath hijacked so cured this grave of souls. those firewalls as music bled where one would listen a thousand times. such esoteria by wilder bulls as trampled unto death’s glory. red-purple destinies or royalty reaching so far back it suffocates the here & now. but Love is penalty while his countenance is cursed, where reasons seem partisan: the zookeeper as burning candlenuts where a mystic erupts. such an unlocked bear, such Boone beauty, such Canaanite eyes.         

 


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