should it happen
so involved where senses are stripped bolts. should it be unbearable too much
to live so addictive by sin. as a sky so haven where luxury is certain
presence—deadening nonchalance impending circumstance so bashful it never
registers. sure sweet suffering while cards are ordered where dying is tender
kiss. by voluptuous lips so stressed to please by radar or curse. if to fall
tragic by anchor unsteady while it seems too appropriate. by vexed
defensiveness as coming to fire such irrational compassion; so silent so sad
while life becomes our grave. too much to sustain too fierce to imagine such
aromatics such advertisement as a man losing his grounding. never to share
forever to adore where a man has his alienation. (by certain war, as feigning
normality, if but to reach unconditional trust. so rich as it matters, where it
matters not, so concentrated upon emotion. so much as dice so certain as
gimmicks or raw-uncaptured-adorable séance. those treasured fevers so much
trembling while never a person soothing—those beige deserts those brown woods
sure manicured wilderness.) by thirst by rapture too evolved to
underestimate—too gathered to understand too independent to subdue too much a
career so demanding. as ventured species a flag to his land so commandeered so
overwhelmed; such imaginary gulf, a man needing more, as so close spirit is
bleeding—by blood purple, angst by censored attraction, to have devastated some
small art inside.
becoming some legend too understood so skilled as an
invader—those shadows while lingering those darts dangling so healed or panting
hart such helium!
