oh
wretched lyricists so close as near as possible to dying this living in angst
in miseries. soft dying such longer sorrows with bliss kissing moments of
felicity. strange angles so perpendicular scratching sky-clefts if but to unvet
the chalk in cement. or oil bleeding such wounds speaking as kissed in mansion
a ruined spirit. to fall for serenity or to believe its possibility as some
small creature by a ruth soul.
it
would become pain or apathy while recorded as anomaly. no one is normal. it’s a
hoped-for ruse. while many are trapped by excellence.
we
fought for possession or humility or ability to ignore vultures. but sadness
claimed our sun where madness became our serenity.
a
soul at indwelling ink or ‘transmitters rush their ocean while one remembers seeing
Jesus. by pure diffusion those long nights to awaken believing self as a
stranger.
such
pure daughters, as pure in each emotion, while it doesn’t necessitate rightness.
by jasper earth or ivy moon such rich elegance by perfection—those roots
screaming or color unvalued while absence seems appropriate after a cruel
discussion.
Love
adores or too inexperienced while it hurts us to utter, “I love you.” that
anguish in Christ, to take us as chicklets, if to place us in a dearer space.
if
but to know love as it refurbishes our graves where its tomb is decorated by conquered
doubts.
as
souls by castles as interior by grieving where pain becomes adorable; our human
condition our self-charming or those minutes alone with no one but the ruling
principle.
to
have adored those seconds to have loved with purity to have never more a need
aside for presence. such raging bass such echoing clarinets or accordions
screaming into interior church.
as
running deserts to converse a camel or the donkey rebuking the prophet;
to
re-die to redress into atmosphere or more aggravation.
rhythmic
ivory such beauty in a few as seated to actually meet a human caliber. our
night-kits our mother’s crocheting or hours imagining our human puzzle.
by
temperament or restudied where reality has been crucified; for such esoteria
while warring intellect, to imagine self saying, “It’s impossible!”
some
shall suffer or others shall function, or better, some shall be favored; such
discontent, but mercy shall be given, in accordance to a set plan. as creatures
misread or mis-abused or threatened by essence; to rebuild the castle to dwell
in its place while perfect satisfaction seems to come with sorrows.
such
belief as to hope where many exclude effort or works. by grace we ache by order
we rebel where we imagine structure is by consistency.
oh
wretched saint to have died with resurrection as called upon high to have
dropped so lowly. or fury to climb as in desire where higher means calmer; or
purchased by ransom, conditioned to soil-base where exact accounts are never
acquired. the filth of something filthy. or cleanness of something clean. or
clean filth in a world so absent.
such
sound in uneasiness such praise by exemption while most are afraid to indict
the schematic we praise.
so
leveled for confession. so orientated for loathing self. or so convinced—we may
have missed something: our soulprints in shadows our sand by shores or our
fever in Our Ghost!
while
pain intensifies. as closeness proves elusive. where humans are abandoned to
interpretation. as fleeing perception, for it proved deceptive, while relying
on faculties—somewhere by exclusive privilege!
