by
wounded demon to become wounded angel while wondering has God done this. such
rivalry inside too cursed to ask for origin. if by him, for him, or through him—How
is it not him? so much shame so gutter or a sewer dweller those apologies those
avenues while Love is hectic a given cause; but see me laughing or see me
crying a little some here a little some there. so brave to walk with death
where most need easiness. so accustomed to behaviors so slick into a sly
dungeon as creatures responsive or demonized—to graph a portrait to unlock
skies such as terrific into blurry gravel; so sentenced so much a chain so
unfurled as rolled into a closet. while one thought truth, it was pure
imagination, by softness they speak in comfort—so lost a daughter needing
compassion too explosive to deal with irrelevance.
so close he lives
so abandoned this pain while waiting it might happen slower—by such fever such
flurry such favor—to remove rails to ream isolation while sleeping holding
deeper seas; to carry as gods to look upon faces while we must remain human;
too heavy to watch it closely while loving you too much to vanish. such sweet
vapor or celestial enclaves such a core appetite. so young into a death-
sentence, so alligator when well, or negotiating with a crocodile—that seed he
loves those eyes to space where going home is fragile. a need for cloudberries
or a joint while we feed so pure into living. such religiosity so much in need
while begging complete repentance. upon knapweed sprinkling hyssop or debating
with red ants. such youth so robbed while everyone else is eating steak.
sweetberry Jesus. or stinkweed darkness. while treading waterweed. saluted by
false memories, slipping into shadows, or compelled to rest. Love is innocence
after shredding souls to have plotted for excellence—mad it came with a flaw.
