by wilder berries or
frustration so near by apathy. or
encouraged to give lenience for it heals the soul where most act according to
malice. to hate with color as a man
is nervous while it meant alienation. she would grimace a smile the last essence
taken where a man is left with his morality. so treasured for dying or souls
morose for he lived while no one is ever happy. melodic dark winds or a partial
petal while a man listens where ink blotches everything he tried to adore—at strength
while it damages at seas pitching rocks or tasting disgust. a harbor of silence or a maze of irritation
while tension is building. for it
makes little florets in a world of flowers to address a soul so sick so
unlikely. as a mind tortured by peace
so traumatized by actuality while despite muddy spirit something is claiming
cleanness—to have his legacy to have tricked his body as one ever a source or
most treachery. so uneasy so
disgusted while bridges fall, bodies clutch, by grounds boiling in damnation.
so much stillness too
much malaise where it grows into distrust. as bending too much or whelming our
horizon so potently abashed—by furious cages so intimate our distance where
reasoning dismisses but feels captured—our emotion our levity of unsaid emotion
our screams as unopened/rattling doors.
such agenda such disconnection so fraught while, occasionally, afloat a
wire daydreaming of comforts. by
feelers or uneasy so stressed something right at his surface; where it pushes
it unloosens while essence is tugged/clamped by pliers. too disappointed. our ways are such broken
respects. for some give receiving old
hostilities.
