surefire
stolen, as removed from his galaxy, to recommend a deposit. so much to flame as
accused of irony while wild-grass blocks the window. I peep in. I walk in. I run
out. too much love too much pain too much as unorthodoxy. I met a machine, so
attuned, while a miracle to earth; brown firepower or burning underbrush, where
humans are firebrand fuel. those trapdoors those forest vestibules while an
office seats mid the fires. so low in seconds, regrouping frantically, so
connected to something estranged. too abased to flourish, or too haughty to
gain friends, or too humble to be respected. so much our wilderness so much our
lives so thrown into disorder. to see her, as in a lost orbit, while mother
forgot his name. many have luxury, they
curse mother, while pain creeps in; it becomes a force, such indwelling
absence, such surrendered logic; the mountain in the elephant, the whale on his
shoulders, or the skies crashing down. but a wild man so made humility where
wisdom would pile upon the pyre. too early to laugh, or too dear to offend,
while mistakes are often the rubric. I
need mother perfect. I need father present. so wild an ideal where souls are
steady! it dies with me. it restructures with me. while favor is hard to earn.
so deranged in thoughts, those years racing, it was similar to a death-wish. some are not qualified, where we beg for
acceptance, but those persons can’t grant clearance; credentials are unfit, mentalities
are unstable, where something peculiar has taken place, (no one is unclassified!). we met unsteadily we pitched our
schematics where too much waiting becomes tyranny; but rain was watching it
dripped into spirit the roof was soaked. such unchained fire or deep delusion
where a man sees something in his unconsciousness. pure black flame or rushing
rivers in such rapturous survival. to have adored you while life is falsified
where we debate, if noticed or unnoticed!
so
many years, if promised a reading, while isolation is flaunted error. to go too
low as to feel naked while reclaiming existence is not the first task.
