so
nonchalant such adverse moments where shelter escapes us. but shreds of
humanity but unfair countenance while lingering in shadows. I often gaze over
as to find a person ill-prepared for the journey. it brings twigs or oceans
where gut churns in aggravation. such a photo hits harder by sure wits while we
must unlock our audience. a casket at a graveyard awaiting its burial; or a hearse
soft or shifting where one is reminded of home; the final space beneath a
headstone while something is jotted. what becomes us the last episode while we
hold to sequences: one last agony one gripping breath while etched in soil. (to
have loved somewhat where others seem freer while I thought it was nonsense;
such basking fire such ancient airs if to have deliberately fell enlove; such
purpose to clamp or become oneness with love as our weapon. some semblance of
nectar, some dam for intruders, or some beautiful curse; those sunbathing
smiles our shore with glitter at aches to have but one kiss.) this element we
need such deliverance if but to feel swallowed by ecstasy—at every second this
is our destination where a person is consumed by aeipathy: beneath the
limelight, serene with chaos, such sawdust or perfume. by a downpouring while never undone but
desperate to cleave for joy awaits. to never tire of the soul to ache in
passion so ecliptic we can’t fathom! so sung or seen or celebrated. such wings
or majesty or surrender! to die in arms so locked it cries where one escorts
their scream.
