to stress a
mountain, as to adore some creature, so volatile so unsteady. or perfect lights
a long road headed further into development. to predict the flies to capture
the gnats so small in calculation. a man to his thrills a woman to her soul
while angels fret futures. to dance a stream to remember those cheeks so rosy a
nightmare. as created minds as a set of ethics where one has no convictions. to
catch thorns to eat briers while a spirit is tumbleweed. for it hurts so bad it
feels so good where reasoning is askew. a body in nakedness a vest opened where
reality is senseless. the passion of the lioness those aches in her paws while
chasing dinner. those hyenas laughing those feelings caged where we domesticate
wild animals; such floored behaviors so incandescent while she must be unleashed.
our roofs our mirrors our bold rehearsals. to deceive like winning to die like
goldened where memories have addendums or clauses or thirsts; as for
generations so lost where a man has adored his sanity. by rush or dynamite so
pantomime so vocal to silence. steaming in aura so edgy in life while if but a
person this dream. too much at love while it wasn’t orientation such a
byproduct of sexual ecstasy. such a liability or dreams so sickened as souls
fret the destination; to make decisions to have penalties while free actions
have ruined so many. those gems while corrupted too hurt to love again; but
love desires company it abandons its screams in a second where memories appear;
such clouds in skies such screams in vacuums as Time would make her
appearance. so outdated where age creates fears while I need but nor for
treasuries. at dungeons at terrors so close to destroyed; if but to cherish if
but it were possible if but it were orientation.
so fantastic or so much a failed rhythm while such a
blessing; it might die at a moment it might scream at a candle the flicker as
it becomes oiled wax. the deaths we carry those screams we hold our palms
filled with our children.
