so
lost over forgiveness where a scoundrel aches, so dismissive! the behavior
hasn’t changed the rage is similar those fires! where we ask feelings the gut
ruined such baseline desperation. as religious/theological properties, it seems
relevant, such as sky-forgiveness—those blotted
memories. thorough inkpads or inkblots such historical cocaine addiction; as tribal lieutenants or patriarch felons so cured in anniversaries—by swamps so called as ghettoes where remorse is too hard to fathom. such reality while it shocks to know a man had ten lovers; or a woman her eyes as the child might not be his; bone dry habits, or lines until it bleeds, so desperate for affection. Love was a maniac, a lover for every valley, so threshed as ruined while negotiating a husband. but we
need behavior we crosswise the devil as creatures so disgusted with breath. indeed, what is forgiveness, it flies in bled moons, while knowing money will keep it perfect; those bowels leaking the levy broken while most gave a damn! a couple so thrown while it hurts but never a mention to travesties; the blue sun those raspberry stars at perils inside! Love watches Love is sick, I need Love—to whisk right by to die forever while a fool pleads for forgiveness; “but damn his soul, I
wish him death, for it feels better that way; indeed, I have healed, I am a loving creature, but I need for him so much to evaporate”; something nonexistent, something absurd, while “I am a perfect human!” such marshy language, while a man rives, into a gut bleeding its principles; for mother has suffered, she made it evident, where she died to paint her affliction. so dressed up, so enlove, while “we don’t have one problem.” sweet sarcasm into its orbits while pedantic(s) trivialize
existence. the fury of the savant those drastic winds where forgiveness takes a nap: it screams in dungeons, it runs through fields, or it regrets its intention. some alight an issue so forced a wreckage where we honor obligation. such insidious souls abandoned to deserts or chasing some mirage—while leopards watch or lizards churn insomuch as a sour sky-forest. so tender a buried locket those ancient rosaries while visions depict saints—our angels our witnesses our fires!
