so much mystery
such horror in bones by dear unlacing. to face your eyes with hell unleashing
us while one afar strikes our hearts. so celebrated so deeper an image such
years moving by problems—those gut furies those kleptic disasters such soft
musical fragility. so unbaptized so much to fiction while one demonstrates such
more than was reasoned.
I could rebalance in tears too
genuine to mention. at diamond gates or tailgating mistakes such willingness to
croak again.
so sought in demonization as a bad
colored man where some have sold independence. thrust its fire fought its fury
while sick in science to admire serenity; a true sobriety where it includes
behavior as opposed to some saintly ass psychopath. (to have met you so many
distractions while we fight to assess appropriately. the venom in its angel
those demons so relaxed as if being here isn’t new; some Kantian brain some
Nietzsche fate while most admonish our legacies.
to have you where others damaged
faith as a man might try madness.)
it never fails me, as some weird creature,
I admire in order to fault-find.
it must be fear or
undressed in vulnerable nakedness; our intention our sacrifice while I was
baptized in a tub. years would fly souls would cringe a man would come to
underappreciate existence.
the charity of
unforgiveness. those mirrors in hindsight. to realize it could be like
superglue. to adore like living to love like winning while the guitar has
snapped it halves. so deathless so sweet where true intimacy only needs its
passion. so deceitful. so precious. while too much a reason to aflame our
skies. such fireworks such detail while I lost us inside.
Vera Wang sophistication such rich euphoria as a man
might see depression. so lost those wings—as a soul sipping raspberries—or a
person one would give infinity!
