stark
raven sadness such emotion on trial as we ask, “Can he feel pain?” so disturbed
by rosaries so pictured in graves with haven to mind a century of slaves. we fail
to click where this is necessary, it’s the resistance that gets one in! so
difficult the terror so neat the dove while most need to vet authenticity. a
person will bust your beak or induce your sweat as to watch while you wiggle.
but love seems apropos or uneasy or totally inappropriate. a son to his duties
those lights as remote such a feeling aching like thunder. one has little in
your interests. where one senses insecurity. in our need we endure unevenness.
so vague a word while they need passion if but to ruminate in positive
lightning. it was such a feeling it became an inner scroll while faucets
dripped irrational reality; such mud or blood purple such jasmine colored
values. you spin while watching. it seems so unnecessary. like the things we do
to those we love. (so much a riddle, just because it aches, can’t negate the
probability of the only love one can give. it clouds regions the fog is hectic
one tries to see beyond their intuition. such murky swamps, such sludge to
tread, a soul is waist-deep in muck.) but you have died where it feels lonely
while someone is ignoring your concentration.
such reaching auras such treasured
antipathy or trying with tears to consume a lover. if but the softest promise,
if but to drag one from her life, if but the guarantee of intimate bliss. such
majesty in moments while chemicals pour into our canisters. so bleak those
years such promise in one person, if but you cater to me eternally. to know
love as in loving you, where we grow into something rejuvenating: our minds
like skies our openness like vast space, or our receptivity like cable. to
adore you. to hurt you. to beg forgiveness by you!
