such
limerence so shocked to have clarity where depth is sweet terror. so much a
woman so atwitter where love is passion it dies—at each interval pure vibrant
cadence by meter each contagion. so tender its touch such aches its groans
while speaking is sure difficult. those ineffable signs the symbol bleeding certain
to lose too much; but a soul carries her cross she needs her levity where she
dies to remain secluded. by powers to accept life, by rage to experience life,
where human behavior might be a bit dark about life.
so jocular at
times, so sad if we met, while I know you indebtedly. born to apathy or
destroyed by pain, gods would adore me. I cry often, walking these quarters,
sure changed by world trauma. it amazes me, how we fret for others, where we
need to protect them. loud misery or louder regrets such treasured adversaries:
to have given me this pain, those roses with helium, or mother forcing her
hand. eyes gloss, I aim with accuracy, I feel unclever—such art in bipolarity
but such stigmata oh for gods where a man has scraped his knees! so close to
losing, even an esteemed friend, where the next will not understand our
indebtedness.
I was punctured as a young seed
where angst became a galaxy. such a diffident child, meaning shy, as so much to see such a younger us. the rain of its roaring such divisive measures, where apologies are too convenient.
