Sun Lake Might Search For Herself

you may zip fast or marinate by indecision or fret over answers. those bucolic sceneries those lotic ponds or so sweet by nectar a subtle breeze. if to palm a lotus insomuch as to symbolize life while meaning is at our disposal. by pictograph while meandering as sudden with fury—such blanket misery a sullen atmosphere or adult feelings. by lambent insights into candent spheres while some adore its ruffled moon. to have died so early, no one might redeem, where countenance speaks to muffled screams. our accented damage our radical goths such darkness in a rose; to prick a knuckle or bleed into carpet where it becomes ritualized; by black rites or different passages at something so new it’s incredible: those years whining those months redundant or rejuvenated by scholarship. such patience to live again or grounded like pepper upon hot rising seas. we give existence to existence while undergoing multiple conversions: our stew with tomatoes our steaks with garlic or our potatoes baked with cheese. such conversation, such sweet lineage, while you’re so diverse; such rainbows laughing as giggling kindly where your face glitters by horizon. so much to engulf such metanoia by deeper richness while you might have an epiphany. by delicate rhyme or idyllic chants so gifted with discernment. to imagine a calm nature, or a gentle person, or someone you might ingratiate; at white mountains our purer sciences while searching for the one looking.