Ever So Gentle Such Pain

I’m molten motion or racing roadrunners by a confusing clarity. to have nuance or solidarity while I will never drum again. the swimming stranger or those linen for guests or weather fretting its contradiction. such infighting but again those eyes where it was affection come insanity; the dragon-diamond those territory cries while I eat, flounder and manipulate such condition. so pure by his gatekeeper so much his reaper while machines carry strongly—such filth his guts so ruined in us but never to ingratiate with indifferences; those portraitures those cameras or undeveloped emotions; so cured so cursed after a dozen sessions. pure data while it appears so easy while life is permanent compromise. so inexact its aftermath while so exact its defacto or days shunning every negative instinct. so secluded or too public or either/or made to feel incomplete.     the noor of the majesty these restricted inner portals while I would gaze into skyglass—those battled realities such to know emphatically where one would blame goblins; but life is jewelry or tombs or adventure—as if I dare fly! such a stoic (irregular) person, such mage in sages, where a man curled up, dismissed his lie, while falling into a soul’s fire; by new wine for new skins or old wine for unredeemable souls—those treasures as devastated our torque screaming so many phones so many rhymes as a fen continues its orthodoxy.     these are snakebites while fangs gut persistence or humans act like shoebills. such godship in someone obscure while certain rules now apply insomuch as the skies remain unearthed.     the priest that can’t pray, the lesbian that finally sung, or the nine-year-old nursing his mother; such bluegrass music or dewdrop concrete or a pair of undressed memories—as booklet notes, so secure the attic, if deserts spoke interior!