The Breakup

such as contradiction to doublethink or felt paradox; to adore sound the melodious winds where hearts speak in disguise. it’s made forever, determined by reason, while most things are in order: such pulling at invisibility or our minds clamping mystery insomuch as one tapping in or knocking by meditation. it became our inadequacies our harps our undercurrents; so into brushwork so high on illusion where words bless or destroy. such havens so unreal such pelting our own skin where pain seemed indispensable. those eyes so damaged our wrenching tugs heaving while altruism says, “Let go.” to always feel your reach to have never understood while so much love shifts to anger; as backpacking emotions our study-guides for delusions accustomed to many years of blissful suffering. a tear would fall a face might ask if but to fix something broken; for we desire our souls our appetites our hex or diamond—where hands know our names or pendulums are even insomuch as we fear for the other passion. as so close it hurts or afar left to wonder so sweet to me those years—as to lose such, it never distressed so deeply!     by treasures to remember your reign, or feathers afloat in space, while soft unspoken agony knows our shame; a man so honest with mirrors or a mirror an extra illusion while those bushes speak idioms.     by gentle agreement, as two would crumble, we have never wheezed so loudly.     as coming to closure souls excavated to have never felt sure comfort—like rivers in flow or trumpets blaring insomuch as to feel inrush.