too raw as an alien so seduced as undercut; those inner voices as nudging infinity to arise conflicted; for mind needs structure, but spirit enjoys chaos, while something beneath its surface!
sunrise
shadows or a morning grimace so sore into another; a raincoat on the floor a
pair of pajamas lingering or a smile halfway to his intestines. so bare in its
surprise so angelic in its cure while so sly the skies are winking!
such an ideal those rights where we haven’t experienced it. full blown, outlandish, to realize vulnerability if but to find humility.
so much to pretend where we see ourselves bent in a shower screaming under-breath. (so gorgeous so sweet such radiance. his dreams his misery his reasoning for injustice! too addicted as to slam a book if but to make a point; or to raise a voice or to have an episode where the entire family is swift to isolate. so lonely such strength while they call us apathetic. but a numb compassion where it’s inherent, so who to say is acting? I never loved before. it was Africa to me. how to claim it right here in California? another round the soul is groggy but the world never quits!)
academia is Greece or murmuring is a sign while so often we love until it gets right!
you never invested it was commonplace where humans are plebeians. such a need for eternity such a level for destruction while every word is held up for judgement. such a helicopter or such holy attraction while a man is held for derision. Love laughed, spoke vituperation, while many agreed!
to awaken those years, it felt like carnivals, while most prayed for deterioration.
I would live my desert so thrown into liquor while onlookers mocked, shook heads, & returned to the fantasy of some perception. I was heavy in debt those existential charges while so low it was quite apparent—the face as it narrows the body as it slumps or such an attitude most were offended. so, a man sticks to self, says a few words, or disappears from society; nothing satisfies, it becomes its desertion, where most convict one for indifference. but over the mountain, near to the Canaanites, it smells, determines & visions like Promise. such acute anguish, his body dragging, his soul stitched, rebuilt, as to tremble; our miracle those lights while many couldn’t shift assessment. so much a giggle so much a pain where the silence became comforting.
