the
matrix of sanity or surrendering to passions where grainy glass shatters. an
unedited soul is a raw manuscript upon the islands of publication. it’s
rejected it’s laughed at while we grip wires made of fire. the screenplay
desires rage while husbands are subject to polygraphs where a woman knows for
psyche strengths. I met myself. we talked for a bit. I was unimpressed. such a
mere amateur, those years at struggle, such pure skyglass-fury. we seem to
mistaken our Metropolis. it isn’t a city, but more our citizens. so much we see
color, our women are chameleons, our minds are projectiles. the phobia of the
one we want. the staggering reality of life. or so much in a rut it’s hard to
release self. such churning earlobes or a rising torch where something happens
inside. (Love is cold but needs heat as to unravel sensuality; so impure by
purity, so free we become jealous, or so determined we watch as she wins. so
many aesthetics, such breathing Guggenheim(s), where beauty must withstand
indictments.) the fertility goddess those imps those sheer remarkable flesh
wars; as a man un-understands self, or comes to decent clarity, as to realize
some elements are beyond censoring. it becomes natural. it’s a way undergirded
in science. it speaks more to evolution. where it surpasses mere ethics, as a
ruling compass, it becomes its core. raw tawny eyes or glamour is pain, such
emotional embodiments; as a cured creature, able to adore, able to love; the
plurality of metaphysics the screams of epistemology or the skeptics debating
human maxims. as a man might become prayer or a woman might become a nun—when sparks
carry, they fly into arcs. so holy upon redemption so pure feeling filthy or
desiring a way to self-punish. such tiger pupils upon a waffling leaf while
gripping a palm of ink—the drip of existence the fuel of dying or so delicate
it feels nice to know her. by falling essence a saw to paper or sackcloth raw
into flesh—the burning ache the locus in the desert those wool viziers. (It was
angels to see you. it would become deflated. so much a war based upon human
status. so chafe, thus, irritated, while thoughts felt flushed even irrigated.
maladroit conversations an awkward soul while stumbling over sentence
structure; so diaphanous or so deciduous where souls demonstrate a level of
loneliness; as running souls or righteous arts insomuch as a soul determined to
unlock—those portals that palace where rage becomes peaceful. so inclined to
adore by sight where humans meet while there is nothing we haven’t done. a nostalgic
soul a miracle soul as much has been devastated by insecurities. one tells
their saga as needing full belief while parts of a person is interested in
deception or reality or the person’s part; for it’s rare, under our sunlight,
those actions without some pressures beneath flesh. so much a terror or bold
beauty where one must give more. (I met soil or seed or sod; aggravated at
angles, clearly unclear, such raw dissonance; such a terrific mistake such
where we must confess—those scars were necessary; despite pure dissatisfaction or
raging discomfort, while most Americans are discomfited. by average needs life
becomes joyous where too many nudges make a person uncomfortable. such stubborn
buffalos as so insistent that existence holds a secret chamber; our years
chasing where others seem like living but something shifts in its chambers. a
cabinet opens. an exercise ensues. a pinata shatters.) such fireboards or
firebrand or pure pressure. as a man dies his eyes will close where something
will greet him; as a woman flies returning to God’s Intellect, she will be
unvested of sorrow afloat winds. daughters will be relieved releasing poisons
so divested of negative solar systems. indeed, such oxygen or held by clouds to
meet those legends; such literary immortalization, such rainbow wishes, as time
evaporates. (by delicate scar to nurture as it bleeds where mother wiped it
gently. by diligence to details where a mistake comes to light, sure patient
fruition. or down-casted by a lack of imagination. where dreariness becomes a
man’s nothingness.)
