Thursday, August 20, 2020

Skies Are Anchored

such sensitive material as a man must decline in such a sense all things remain feasible. those animals those cages those crimes—as alive in seconds so enlove upon sight where a soul is witted to die. so empowered a weary wealth a woman to her dynasty.

so American so Oakland while wildness is inherent.

such history such science where we indict good men. the battle for accuracy the seas at wars while warriors war ships. so much to enter such wicks churning if but one major occurrence—such sparks such hearts to know it was Love—the night is opened the curse at his arc the nonsense he cried!

it was morning flower or exotic Africa while Egyptian women knitted mythical(s). we spoke Hebrew it was in Mesopotamia so much accursed for indifferences those guts those phones while wild as jungles so behaved so well by fabric while so much is catching closeness to re-dye existential(s) so understood for ecstasy while we never saw the woman coming; so supple such deliverance so vulgar but blessed or damning behavior giggling at cameras such great filth upon meanness.

our last minds such pavement to stream while warming muscles—the galaxy bleeding our bodies melting if but to feel beyond capacity—so overwhelmed such thieves a man destroyed but proud to withdraw; such contradiction such a First Lady so chocolate as bathed in Ethiopia—our cured mysteries our temples in pyramids while it felt disastrous to fall so tender those bridges. another clowned Jesus while we see a nation, over 75 percent christic tumbleweeds. the deaths, Love, those gates, Love, while it was hell a day in fire—the critical loss.

so treasured so plumbless as so nascent a blossomed curse a kiss or total disbelief; our last axil our revving pivots while we have something in House we have never understood.    

The Sentiment

  The Sentiment    It tends to matter—each pursuing holy armor. It leans into a desire to feel pure, clean, sacred and such. I never underst...