by exploits so
grounded so aloof so flighty. but a contradiction so reliable so extinct. by
last breed by devastation as he closed his eyes. such a sensual nap those flames
such an astronaut; to die in rain such fury while gripping for dear penance.
one would adore another would love while never before another would pray. near
garden fire or pushing pain so much to have us again. a body lingers we touch
one last time it’s carried for cremation. such ashes such bone so amazed by sky
by day something must be new. so captured so sad where it was better to cross
waves.
so much in you so many memories while flying too much
to feel. puddles of pillows pounds of debris such art or excruciating aches;
too infused too unlit where flame is accordance. sure into organs such sweet
church while most claim non-denominational. sunrise meditation or pure
withdrawal so accursed so blessed so much wheezing.
if but resurrection. if but to see you. if but
closure. for it feels opened, those skies seem like voids as creatures left to
piano. such violins so loud so sensitive to sound. as warlike survivors as
internal-inrushing caves; so near a beginning but reneging on beginnings while
cleaving to passing flutters. such heaving guts so much a huge whale as we
crave excellence—our choices our neglect our terror upon souls. to have died
but so withdrawn instead of sensing those works by hands.
we must cross those
lakes those creeks those crevices. so much in a glass so little in despair so
ungrounded such a robot—to return to earth to gain composure while dealing with
a chasm.
