Dear
Fire: —a thief in motion such teardrops while bathing in sewers!
a benthic mind a robust spirit while a man walks his wounds. so crossed over you so beige in dusts while a gnat rebuked a camel. so unfastened as discouraged where lavender was scented stigmata…a lethal animal
plush/plumbless whirlwinds such topaz histories
—to have
lived those seconds escaping essence while snatched by auras. to sit low to
stitch hives where souls are sutures upon ice-bars.
the polls melting as if forever remaining tense so stalwart.
(it’s cold the death the ride we just hit town!) as lost creatures cemented in clouds while a man will fall so shift-like.
at
God’s Brains or such hilarity where a countenance arranges for its funeral.
such wanton lusts a soul begging for Jesus while the world laughed. such
ascension such angry bystanders to realize existence is invisibility—no one is
watching as not too closely but they see a contour.
to re-awaken to feel disgusts while bleeding
into resistance. so punctured so drained—how in hell to survive!
as Love watched, a bit numb or savage, while plummeting some numb interior.
needing to seclude if but more Fire where our world is no longer acceptable.
by eager love, to ask for divinity, as a person climbs a further electricity. but a dirge into fright while agendas bleed into skies—so upward those fluids while charging our spirits; non-cogent but never literal while a man realizes death is coming! (the physics of flesh those valleys in tenderness those grape patches—as cruel souls falling into mercy, such a touch to awaken one dying. to end his day. a child knit a tuffet. a heart filled by clay.)
