some delicate
deliberate piano. too hectic passing ignorance. so spatial its chorus. to have
in arms what we can’t find where essence fornicates. by drum by piccolo by
midnight cricket. too enlove to take pain or too violin to find truth while you
need pity. such music in deceit while it felt goodness as to hear so much extra
symbols. as gathered for brunch our officials watching as to crumble screaming
such literature. such agony such morose beauty by malaise or ages too many
acres. some are too affixed. some are too disposed. or on causes so many
doubts. as giving life to those few. as cello is such melody. to arrive with me—our
burst of laughter. I was midnight driving. Sunset was alive. I met a
professional. we dined or played agonies where it ended abruptly. — we need absorption even consumption or we
grow angrily. by battle of its bottle by bottomless seas such serenity in
surrendering. —
but a deliberate host or bread with wine or such
insistence we hesitate to believe. such languishing language such serene shame
where it was considered ironic. so much to carry, where men want everything, too
thin makes for pure disgrace. by dear convolution, to whore out a Continent,
where mirrors were on hiatus. a beat to a drum an old confrontation where most
ignore it at this point. but fury for gods or oceans for spirits or land for
mistakes.
