I came
an uneven child. it would curse his bones. where unnormal becomes normality.
such language or morose catharses
at a particular person. certain meta-wilderness, organic brain-winds as souls
trying to live completely.
those
musings as they become realness where a mind is unbeknownst to itself. to hold
patience or to take his place while each must be crucified; our daughters our
mothers where we stumble upon jealousies.
we seem alarmed while clutching/shifting
hunches where tone is its radio.
I would
love but not love while absorption determines love. the soul wrapped the dearth
like glue those ice lands melting.
so cured at seconds such drilling at
moments if terrific those tales seem like eloquence.
so
much to care as something alive while anyone took his place.
sure warfare in adoring temperaments
by meter of intonation—a casualty made acceptant or pure servitude while it
might be hard to forget. I realize anguish or dark contempt so much given to be
a decent spirit; the struggle of its image—those thunder-bending elements, into
mahogany branches. to die forever, as unclaimed, while searching for a
parachute; such crashing such crawling over twenty bones crushed. the arms of
matrimony those stronger reasons if but fire our souls as entering its castle.
such is a miracle to touch your face
to undie while clutching Infinity.
