maybe
it crosses our minds if but luxuries so occultic so favored while deep like
rain—the courage to live those eyes chiming to look upon a goddess fever; as
accursed humans so serviced for righteousness as time unfolds: aesthetic
richness such a physicality or one last devastation. I was sunrise looking or
fiddling with a palm filled with sheets. so imbalanced so unknowingly such
trust given by something so absent: the vinyl bleeding those pleats shivering
our ghosts in our bodies; as a soul born delectable such raw curses while most
have never read you. so much a thrill such a killing where a person is so gone—the
passion of the moon those days so dead awaiting a phone ringing; such bells
such comfort where we stumble if falling into aeipathy. our convergence our metonym
while sunlit at midnight. I have loved like dying I have flown like wizards it’s
such a tremendous elevation. so fantastic such fantasy where a poet is some
sort of liar: while guts flutter the favor so frenzied as souls become waxlike,
warlike, or weblike! so much a promise as kept with spirit while most aren’t
enlove with meta-science. such a need for pavement so much a cry for your word
as acrobatic maniacs: the cult wheezing or Love so damned where it’s a
hectic ritual; assessed by electricity fueled by brains or resting in hearts;
maybe a delectable a den while Labradors are barking, even raging, the evening
is so raw!
you have never known us we have not
such intimacy while we unplug existence. so furious at sexuality while I wonder—if
this is driven or natural: fangs dripping bodies screaming or heat too personal
to restore identity; our meraki as giving resistance, to wrestle flown into
mountains so threshed too relaxed if but this second—such seeds an adorable
child, where a man wonders—of where his mind has drifted; the want the desire
or something too grounded to perish. but Love is blackfly an arcadian paradise—too
soon to insist! our predawn failures our minds unraveled such para-excitement:
those fringes those seas where a woman ranks her affairs. such delight such
pain a filthy palm filled with tears!
