Thursday, September 24, 2020

Lake Selah!

 

by facial skies or sung into delirious as abused by existence. by lone moments as reflecting life so many shadows. the stereotypes or stigmata where a man is no good—such creatures a first glance where it meant so much—as expecting rosaries or shrubberies at some peach patch. so churned such basement behaviors as sullen into a daymare; so unbelieved, begging or arisen arts such strange aliens: the man to his gut the traffic to its panic while wildness is in her eyes: so difficult so moody while mostly irritable. prolific passion or erased everything as one debates if father is necessary. the loveable angst such raw fires so real a realm of fury. upon auroras or upon a petal where it seems so necessary.

I touched concrete, such metaphor, if but to adore much amore. so human as a default such memories as defunct where anxious pain seems sweet revenge. the defacto father the dreary rains such papered cries. to die with us as it remains in us the fleeting of simultaneous hearts.

such unfair fairness or low highs while each wound would scream; the face of emptiness those loud levities as accursed for so much others did. by innocuous trials to become a nocuous travesty as angered one couldn’t adjust; our selfish easiness, so difficult to love by excellence—to ask mercy; so furious with us so unlike us or so desperate of us—to adore pain to foundation rain such remorse in our polemic. I met a mean woman. but it’s difficult—for often one is tugging a chain. so much tension to imagine explosion where it was never our sunrise morning.

so much a balloon as it twirls such helium in a given ego. wild ass sentiments or delirious charms so faced by greatness. as radical creatures such tender chaos while we sullen a misprint.

oh to give if but to believe where winds slam essence. the gusts roaring those sudden origamis while dark arts have assaulted our gray horizon; so much to ache like deaths or to complain like newborns, while older, many people do not respond. sweeter waterfalls, at Shiloh memories, while David screamed, "Selah!"    

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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...