sheer
taunts the body so sickly as torn by iron; if unwaved or unchanneled such
deeper attraction; to look at quintessence or to unwater an ocean sure reservoir
a tender reed. it was love so sighted so rejected as travelled in a given wick;
as Kerry might relax into sweet miracle or treasured a symbol speaking its
peace; or days transforming for weight is deficit while such souls remain
unescapable; such dear fire, a child searching, an adult finding its harmony;
those petals such a lotus while one might listen cupped in dungeons; the
highest cavity as flooded with whispers but a subject or an object. I have died
days as touched by virus where closeness reveals its temperature; our happy
feud our felicity torpor where a man is but a child. as dreams would fester or
yogis might unite such a spark as it simmers for rest. instincts by emotions
those roads so much sleet or Angelica fretting his sincerity. our fragile
furnace our nights in nightsong or absence so present a dear atrocity; to have
adored a daughter so forced to vacate while happenstance whooped a man into his
vulnerability. if one might be forgiven than two must be forgiven else it
becomes, “I forgive those I make love to.” such nausea such evenings near vomit
a man’s nerves are imprisonments. as cries hit the island or oceans give up the
Ghost, we wonder of so many locations at a given second. an old argument, a
tinge in imagination, while scientists are so critical of metaphysics. by
stimuli such dread of death where a mystic is born by deaths as a child might
deceive landing into by death. such mental copies such exaggerated passion or
needing one kept in her core self. a sudden shout, to arrange a resurrection,
where darkest faculties are tactile.
