some
might toss the doorman, or execute the infant, while some might unthread you.
to drink vinegar some atypical furnace while alive it was nice misery. our
necklace is made with bone, our spine is written at its peak, or, & dearly,
absorbed like saints.
I was
its mistake, so much we confess, while she was nice/decent strategy; we’d laugh
like motion, we’d die in anxieties, where thoughts were ornaments.
so much an aura so
much sexuality where it leaps, it captures, it reminds of life! she carried
anguish, too much effusion, while a soul needs to fix adolescence. (some will
see you, either/or, to endorse, or to suffocate you. our minds they row, those
boats are fraught, if but to aid while exploiting you; this becomes its epitome
its apex, while grinning some must engrave a scar. but some play essence while
enjoying piano insomuch as the violin is precious. (such sublime neural
operations. too concerned with her steadiness. or arriving too early for
respect.) those alley-cats those fishing hooks while one would bleed angst to
death).
upon
a comet as eyes availed where she deemed us as incomplete: such pain we organ
or waves we billow as accursed for ruined but a bit mobile.
melancholic cauldrons. or airborne
communion. too close to have lived. (her language frightened leaves. it was so pious.
the soul would grapple with its identity. so insolvent or insufferable or too
beautiful for so much pain; or tyranny is its joy, while felicity makes us
nervous, so much happiness has destroyed us!)
by phantom phone
or Teresa’s saxophone or soft eloquence into its shadow; the darkness of grace,
the lividness of kind acts, while we’ve crossed into something gray.
