Sun Lake Collects Rain

too overcommitted or underrated as snow might fall on interior briers. the tumbleweed is syrup, the opinion is frowning, the daughter is God’s payment. we dire the recipe or overuse its article to take a knee somewhere in fantasy. the counselled soul is sullen wisdom the un-counselled soul is chaotic while more information doesn’t mean happiness. I lace up boots or pat thick denims while dressing to write. if to un-ash our trays if to un-liquor our habits or to adore without fear of losing. such need for government or an understood agenda while many are mind-cleaning: by houses those memories so cured but it feels elusive. our clipboards, as they bleed feelings, or the female poet losing autonomy. so most cared for, but ever so rough, this ideal in needing truth; such criticized swamps such grass growing to have died in detention if to avail while yet to prevail—such cavalier robotics as perceived machines where those deep pearls become dusty. so, we buff we shine we care for those hidden spaces. by mental-gospel or interior bulwarks as souls ruffled by memories—those coffins as they drag or those tombs as they whistle while the greatest feeling is the moment of completion. so much rain to carry while droplets get heavy or confession is risqué: the wife you love the war remaining silent or emotions rising while they feel misunderstood; such drastic people such ruthless snail-trauma or contracts imposing our signature. (most need something unfair, where another caters unconditionally, while in spite of abuse they remain conquered, unvetted, & dedicated to our happenstance.) such groves such tender cries while some things are fixable by participation; or such asymmetry, or zooming with a friend, where she says something on vex!