I
despite myself as knowing you so cut so bandaged such cries; too much to hold,
too cold to believe or too sanctified to ask God. I feel it enter so aloof to
convo while acting in dimensions; an untold story the lives of many where
wisdom is like gravel; as tugged by limbs or haunted by Jesus as accustomed to
more mistakes. so comfortable our lies so independent as I gaze at naked
flesh—the man his guts those films our wails while close enough to hear your
scent; a Calvary soul or God’s hand killing pain or more those roses upchucking
shame. so backyard such backwoods while it’s like we have nothing—the beauty of
knowing outcomes, it never works, or it never has; a crying pity such committee
salvages so many symbols where I look if but a secret that redeems. I hug our
sun I spurn our moon while someone stole his breath: such beating courage, not
merely one, where a man suffers his own closure. so saluted a salvo of
materials while a man is undressing books: the countenance would change those
eyes grew tighter the billion-dollar curse! as never by fair weather, as to
permit him to smile, while a person is somewhat nasty. (but it’s perception
while a person feels gigantic as multiplied in happiness; in truth, it was
never an issue until it was forbidden; a man claimed a crown, implemented a
title, where one is forced to work against self; indeed, give me rights, say
it’s normal, endorse all concerned to live like Phoenicians; so wild such
verses where most die our graves.) does the pedestal live, in absence of
perfection, where rooted rain comes by its filter? I knot up those valleys
while essence is restored. such familiar chants or delicate lessons so obliged
to have met. but it becomes such ritual, so similar, such repetition.
