so surrendering solace,
as bees hover seeds into honey, while hurting. so impure at times if but
measured by thoughts in such a land where behavior is manufactured. I could
like a mission in which tales are genuine or a palm in churning presence. such upholstery
such memories while a silent movie strikes at a tear. those years finding some
person those wakes addressing some person or an hour between lovers. father
would chastise this adventure with gems those rubies as true kisses. our
reasoning our needs while they conflict. as a man in his mud or trying to climb
some mountain while most are doomed to some conundrum. “But a good person. But
a designed person. But so checkered his person.” it seems similar to me, our
souls attached easily, where one must continue to give. so cognizant of such a
wonderful ethicist while certain rules are bent to extract a horizon. I met a
moralist. her soul seems louder. where it aches in me. those days we spent in
such disarray wasting time loathing each other. such sweet parades such dear
dynasties where passion is first cacophonous. to dislike you so much while at
you so much, a year later on our first funeral. to regather self to die for
lies where time passes into complaisance. I can’t outrun you. so I confront
you. while un-esteemed or unwelcome or something allotted for certain
complexions. so dear to someone so precious in his eyes, we wonder concerning
something insignificant. I was dying. I crossed your aura. you were quick to
keep me dying. it furies that way, as pure irony, while humanitarians are for
certain groups. so much has bias, a tendentious turn, where goodwill is for a
chosen few. to love like it’s easy or to resurrect like a new session while
most Zoom Channels are on repeat. I will part with you our Red Sea, while hated
by you.
