intense into gristle such deaths such glory—to gallop come sunrise if but to attack where nature has penalties. goose-berries or cloud-syrup so ready if but to release. entitled creature as settling for nothing so awakened by controversy. if reading your ways such an outlandish body while doing too little to maintain it: lines of memories, stronger liquor, some room for strangers—but Love is in essence born broken such dear trauma—such gravidity our mind-filled calamity, as flies build in membranes—a cursed creature, so much joy, while showers are filled with groans. our existential our reality such sweetness as pure as vinegar. maple bread, banana shakes, so fluffy, so perky, too much to assess—those oatmeal eyes those baked peaches while we must understand squalor; soothing serenity afforded its reality but chasing screams seems apropos.
days
are maps, our mirage so personal insomuch as dear essence. “why live that way,
where abstracts are raining, while life is so absent?” this he couldn’t answer,
but depth was bleeding, to utter pure conviction: “life is power, by power life
is sweeter, by hope a man finds aloneness.”
macadamia souls as cleared for torture while we watch or listen. so held in reverse or so lightening fast as struck with something pitiful—so sundried such a peninsula moving upon a jigsaw. our worlds intensified, it sounded by his soul, it wasn’t his words. to bring homes to life, it isn’t by castles, where we run hoping to arrive with a new self. many bandages for several wounds while they all look alike. such crisscrosses, or biochemist elements, while fighting against sub-zero.
so Australian so African so Europe—so possessive so uncured but needing it this valley.
by flying fox by dear chemistry while one could count a dozen lies. a person searches, if needing black excellence, or something so secure it fights not to feel encrypted.
what if Love sailed her journey, as a pure musician, as sewn into something where it works?
baptized in deception, eyes rolling, while it couldn’t be deliverance; so addled such an adder so smooth, I need to believe in you. as accursed machines, in need for so much, while adhering to deceptive structure; its balanced sunshine, its levity, while if it smiles, we wonder. such suspicion of a shift so much to lie while one is a miracle. a soft touch a terrifying ache such beauty in corruption. so forced to realize such an unacceptable position, but times are deepened by unnatural realities. by cave or devastation by grit or memory as days become such unkempt discipleship.
such storms while it couldn’t be real as two learn in depth—as corners bend as air suffocates while seeing some cryptic sequence; so disowned inside such an irregular creature while this becomes our eclipse.
…but so tender or endearing where it shouldn’t be difficult—those people in there, those signs in souls, as acute pangs stab our arteries….
by virtue of intelligence or widespread mistakes where age usually determines those stricter rules. while a machine strikes at life, or a treasure is pluralistic, or fire boils water. but a spear to frustration too awake to fall asleep insomuch as it becomes our resistance!
