I lose
essence in each heartbeat something seeps out. those badges so concerned while
life is slipping. by magazine or symbols while a man yearns for closure. such a
basin filled with existence shall I partake? those jacinth skies those
turquoise eyes where so is conflicted by her looks; to need something like fire
to hear everyone’s language if but more days at our carnival. but a beast or an
animal so accustomed to loving unconditionally. something selfish or
self-centered or dying so much it’s easy to locate; such a need for church, if
it sings glory, where we often ask, “How much more can you give?” by debt to
collars so simplistic because this is existence! I grapple with gnats I separate
conclusions or I give rites to certain souls; such an impulse or hours gunning
where one might be jealous. to need survival at least for self while disputing
another’s perseverance; but more to collages or opportunities where most are
ignoring their eyes their intuition even pain. so much furniture those rooms
are stuffed while trying seems extraordinary. those gates so locked or segue into a dark
damp swamp. as living incognito or needing total clearance but behaviors are
skeptical. to lie to Love. to beg for brightness. where Love isn’t right. so born of essence slipping into
atmosphere while aching is our rule. such a knotted soul so dearly knitted
while some themes are universal: to frolic like kids or to omit information,
for knowing us often means walking away from us. but painting seems wrong, while
touching luster, to hold agony in our bosom.
