so
inaccurate or far too cold while evening seems palatial: such petals flooding
sunlight where music would undergo operation. we’re abiding by legend or whim our
customs have been indicted. I could
move anguish so indebted to brass while silence pelts our mistakes. the man as
he lives so dear it hurts so wild where soil tasted tender.
feeling
unboxed or entering its cave those oceans while memories are unwet.
such
gross overlay or hourglass refusal while a soul must comply; our anxious roads
our lizard friends such nectar near its seclusion.
by
pentacle the very top to drop into arms wide in luxuries; such elements to
speak in sweet surrender while too distant to close eyes; those grays our
churches such concepts & drums: something beating to exclude himself as to
walk out of the conversation—to flee
to
devour to exhale one bleeping essence—such racing into spheres or slow enough
to rewrite satisfaction!
so
many rockets such dear drifting as one to meet you & tend to a level of, pray
tell!
too
much unbelievable or too much contention while we don’t agree with you: those
inner skunks so lost while a wife tries desperately.
so
inaccurate while it seems buried where it heaves or grieves or begs more
forgiveness.
