by timbre
of surrendering or soft parts as they manifest. such religiosity made bone
while we worship metaphysics; as abstract tunnels fault by secular rudiments if
but a keel for both. our souls sprawled in pain our spirits afloat in miseries
while our minds repeat our solace; by needs to have understanding, a precious
person, such pride in keeping our royalties. it must be love, so many feelings,
while bodies never churned this way: such pretzels such loops or so involved
self was obliterated; more true happiness, major intensities, where we cleave
for justice.
I’d
give fierceness for passion. I’d relive hell for love. too much fire is but our
beginning.
so
many moths such a deer trail where innocence often leaps.
I need
more in our order, or something requiring physics, by chance to have graced Eternity.
by soul or mind-hives. by eczema or body heats. if but a miracle to have adored
for those years.
Love
over there, as true invader, where a person has noticeable habits—those customs
or graves, they become enthralling.
sweetened
blueberries. or raw raspberries. if to touch our last grape. tears flushing or
worlds rushing while souls faint. such furious gates our minds onstage or our
thoughts performed before an audience.
as
humble/wild creatures, to have never felt love, such as it’s ruined by our
presence.
