so monotone so relaxed
so built into uneasiness. too delicate we need aggression concerning our
weather. a man would live for you but carrying hurts it becomes its
destination. by colorful personality with a dear darkness so tender in its
evenings. as above art or subject to prose or so involved it becomes its cure.
too many to suffer while it becomes common threading so beautiful, we are! to
perfect a sentence as it stands alert while reading you is pleasurable. your
style. your images. your nonexistent hubris. so much to have lived as a dear
contemporary where so much pain is turned into aesthetics. I met a woman a
brilliant position such a careful composer. our female Beethoven our mental Warhol
our rich, indebted mysticism. another is so innocuous as made dangerous, she
just observes. I read her poem. I buffed my discrimination. I found something
holy. I’ve met psychs such dear abandonment while needing to regroup; such
delicate weekends, so purposed with flame as accused of something a bit gray.
our psychologists as machines where if one felt it, it was obvious. so held in
suspension so suspended in time while regrouping comes with dexterity. some plugin
or surf sands or ski concrete. indeed, as we disappear as with shadow realism or
we try desperately to sing. our days so matched as in comparisons while knowing
you has been deliverance. another would assess me or determine a flaw while
needing such assessment. so clear to me this excellence we seek where one would
chip away at your paint. or a slight irritation to hear a reflection while we’re
speaking of chimneys. such sweet music such philharmonics as one gets lost for
a morning.
it was deep lethargy or tender malaise so dearly
unsteady. when something obscure occurs. some particle so inside. while it hasn’t
an origin. or something we can’t reach, so indistinct so abstruse so tangible.
so much its piano so grand its saxophone while loving you has never been easy.
those chills those quilts our luxury in vagueness!
