too partial to
dysfunction or teary brown eyes while we sense something indecent. the basement
of the soul, so many modalities so sunk in so low it aches. or smooth by temper
alienated from rights or dead a corner and living. some social stuntman some
high-wire walker, after years of being misused. the beauty of its animal, so
graced by confusion, while we feel abused. I would love like flowing as
abridged in hindsight.
some gorgeous creature
some misunderstanding to give her world to pornography. such calligraphy such a
need for notoriety where clarity is pure mudslide. to love purity to feel
filthy while such might lead to extinction. the juggler dripping the wrists
inflamed to awaken screaming into floating airs. an heirloom for Sandy a cross
for Grace a pail for one vomiting. I would adore some creature. I would get so
close. as to realize a partial sociopath. our battling feelings our haven
emotions where I often lie for you. by ropedancing by wires so stern while
falling a man wrote a letter. so high in skies so drenched in pieces while punctured
by insanity. such spitfire devastation such vital confrontation where we debate
what a man would have needed. but a jacket for Jesus but wealth for thieves
while we give forgiveness to our President. so discredited holding to remnants
where psychologists are closing doors.
so imprudent so
non-elevated where it becomes too fantastic. a woman he needed a rejection he
needed while he would burden autumn. so affected by errors or so alive for
losing while we never know when it’s happening—by design of existence by life of
souls where one is inadequate enough to renege. as sharing the heist or
horseback and laughing while beauty, true fantastic, is hair-boiling. such
happenstance, so many regrets, where one can’t live it beneath it!
