by
baggage or self-revelation so uncured striving forgiveness. by social suits too
revved to pardon where trying is anguish. into darkest screams or nightmare
screens so unraveled so many wars where solvent is a mirage. upon a truffle or
deeper into woods our souls pour into creeks. so fettered to one perception so
achieved by zero counsel while thoughts are adored, for they are internal.
eating common worries as we run risks of trivializing a woman’s pain; our
coping styles our rivers where psychology might help—into fears into neuroses
such unclear devastation; as asking for freedom where society offers chains
while true repentance denotes a bit of humility. such world views aside lagoons
a palm filled with jumping-jacks.
if made to validate even those
stronger disgusts, I might ask for everyone’s accounts; indeed, I have no place
to war, while asking for resumes, if but to point to negligence.
(but
life is skies or dreams or academia; the anger of the cross, those poetical
swords, while most are romantic about interior ruins; for it trickles softly,
we lose our grasshoppers, while too old to claim nescience; our Mauri Scars, or
Red Sea, while someone missed breakfast, lunch, plus, dinner.) such aluminum
huts so given to one thought where it’s more important to prove points than to
heal. our detestable inheritance our new names our exclusion of certain tribes.
as minds bleeding or ears leaking while an inconsistency tries our intestines.
stealth ever fuddles, pavement is blurry, but someone loves you. such frabjous
into a pit where one is indebted for one has cared.
such unflinching apologies where I must
concentrate on more my part than others. as love is miracle or dying is joy to
arise firm in mud; the inner conference the need for mastery as pursued by
healthiness. so illegal to worship our counsel on hiatus so bound it’s hard to
re-grieve. the office of the maniac those cured damnations while adoring seems
so light-fevered; as a mad poet or a madder scientist so filled with your
devastation.
