it
would occur to soul an anxiety while he relished in discounting faith. such
filth would spew in such an instance as most respond instinctively. by chill of
its alley by gadfly-honor, if but a thorn alienated from interior chambers.
such arcadian cities where a person might chance such sore greetings. her eyes
low they carried remorse while death was unsatisfied. we passed auras. we
looked one last sky. we might relocate tenderly.
I would
love, so much to a deficit, I have never experienced you: those paired jackets
as it wrote in leather, those screaming loyalties.
an
oily handkerchief or a vintage hat, it was pain so morose it spelled beauty. I laughed
while weary. our well was racing in tours. we would have misunderstood those
windows. it gripped me, those baseline contradictions, where angst/nervousness
seemed to link us.
a
battle in its jar those aches to his liver while destined to meet mother’s
resurrection; but a memory or false ingratiation, while a person often forgets.
I met
its split. it seemed to panic. it knew our arrival.
you
have been a daughter, or some far too afar dream, while our landscape is
invaded by wild raspberries. too sour to feel, or too raw to invest, as
creatures carrying agonies. upon a full horizon, or a covenant rainbow, our
minds adrift some symbol.
if
time abides or words abode in such a soul; our clear discontent, our murderous
vengeance, as to collapse, tug an altar, or bleed our horns.
they
condemned as passing assessment while bolting their dungeons; they redressed
their closets, as something appealing, where they hovered in a cedarchest. smog
assailed irony. mágoa fraught its room. only beauty would enter.
