I disappointed you. you imagined some person. I saw you in phantom. so fathomed so frank such freezer dynasty. as to dislike an aura or arrange a funeral so flushed so awesome. it becomes social our public squares our public eyes. to have silence in terror or courage to depart where a new life becomes haunting. I saw reason to believe in essence where it was unreal. I noticed a woman I saw particulars it seemed platonic. we sketch a view we admire a landscape we assume others are fantasizing. to feel rejection to know her miracle while one might save you—from detriment from dementia from demanding injustice. I would sense an emotion or see auras to imagine self a bit unadjusted; such quality in sophistication, such sensation in a gift, while some are wild into horizon; to have lived so exhilarated as coming back to mundane but trying through desperation: to be a person’s everything, while a person doesn’t measure, wherefore, souls approach gates: a bible in hand a curse fretted or a miracle in pocket. such a blanket arrangement so much to examine where life wasn’t enlisted for this! by acute reasoning by such a procedure where one must climb his circumstance. so furious into frantic so favored so much a memoir memory. after years on pondering, a man might renege, on everything that causes an imbalance. so deprived so determined while silence becomes our beautiful torture. if but a given attribute as to decode irony such satire ruling over his life. a dear machine as it becomes his rash such scratching such trickles such daydreams. our miracle happenstance our predicament or such distance speaking for his chasm. many aren’t that way, or needn’t essence for profundity, while something simple, made physical, made intense. beyond rules. surpass excellence. quite unfelt.
