flavescent roses upon his grave where dovetails are flapping. by hectic moon or dearest attraction while he pathed his beloved. whet for passages or coarse by study where hearts are warmer. I whisked inward or scudded faster such flitting or flying where wolves were gentle. such raspberry sentiments or photogenic images while its diamond is its arc—such topaz brilliance or days a bit lost while age carries a little depression. by yellow fever sore into caves if addressed he couldn’t speak clearly; those deaths in you as jasper aches or jamesia lakes—as taking one hand if releasing another while this is ever its cycle: it hasn’t been independent or it fears independence while darker nights await innocence. closer to daffodils or mating with lilacs while our world is shaking lights. those sublime
violas where wrongness was shadowed or too raw to discount.
I was late at life. it kept running. I kept
keeping notation. such a war to feel motion such an uncured civilization while
mere absence hasn’t conquered existence. but something has grown, such piety or
strict authoritarianism. indeed, a man by loses, where it becomes simplistic,
if people are unstable, they aren’t able to create stability. it will fashion
in rain it will be violent upon mind, spirit, or body. such swamps or marshy mud where we sat or
created a family. no one knew, but a select few, but no one understood
psychology. how to understand, such gifted souls, one day ushered to psychs or
priests or caseworkers? by khakis for interviews, plus, a tie, plus, silence
concerning whereabouts; indeed, personality tests, or pastel submission, while
loving is too difficult. it requires healthiness or deliverance or pure
subjugation. Love understood a
certain type, while loving, nonetheless, where Love waited for him.
