Thursday, September 3, 2020

Invisible Black Skies

 

by noose or rakes or chains: a studious epicenter or self-famed as it comes with reluctance. so much a need in us, if but a flagon in us, where a cigarette becomes ashes. so crestfallen such crawling while most are criminals against agency. I change violas, I imagine something indistinct, where there is a space: love seems critical, it rules as an abstract character, it becomes a desired language. the water-bearer or the vault-keeper or turned so much love is unnecessary. our children at fairer weather where it means existence prior to entering existence. so much a focus, so raw in experience, (something becomes the person in becoming)!     an elegy is Jeremiah such mourning in Lamentations or pure irony in Hosea.     so little at times, such bedside meditation, where myriads appear in screams; the damage of the ideal or cadence of the dream before one becomes saturated.

a nibble or a snakebite as so trusting where one ruins innocence. such flowing lights or exercised orison where holiness has attached itself; the sheer desperation those laws enforced as such an accursed blessing. so many bridges as they churn in fire where both parties are illogical. to hate for resistance, where one burns another, while total acceptance seems cruel. such an underbelly or underbrush where a writer can say only a measure. our soul-women. our beacon boulders. as creatures subject to agitation.     seizures in spirit, or arrhythmias in souls, too polite to feel normal. those ways in others, those signs depicting rights, while color is approached with hostility. our quickened wits. our disaffected roles. or estrangement from existence.

I would be gentle or present those pitfalls as underlaid is shadows. I could appraise, apply essence, or chance something more complete than one person. I could hear people, instead of pure observation, where forethought asserts an error; the volume of the soul, or angels in a voice, while wondering shall the demons appear?     such limitations. a man to his thoughts. where reality is inaudible.     those roads those maps while geometry isn’t applied to emotion.      


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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...