a song in you or blue
blood in you or so affected with clarity. by black moon so intense while
attitudes are made of black magic. a source for me a rhythm in me so sour so
cold such dying in me. I looked or it was graphic such appeal for mania; those
rage stars as into constellations so revved into oblivion. too smart for me too
cherished for cheating too much a thought creator. if but to lose you as to
regain you while we wonder of good luck. so many dice so blurry in chains such
weather in cottonfields. mahogany blades such a precious physique at eyes too
damning to withstand. a soul so close as nearby to lie if but to save from agony.
by terror or glitter so fabulous to sour cries; a man in there an orientation
in there, no man quite measures in you. so baffled such bedlam or torture to
minds a light sanity. to hold while dying to scream while crying such power in
anxiety. it would be us as never seeing us while a bit under salvation. those
years those aches so sure into uncertainty; our behavior as they watch so
secure with a slave.
watts are popping sockets are exhausted by window to censure
what’s happening. different worlds, & listen closely, blacks are
received as abnormal. such in treatment such in language because it just
looks different. where a person is wholesome or curious or a known
intellectual. so much a fever so fraught with maladies or so successful it
becomes an anomaly. forced to acquiesce or subject to perish so much so we
despise hybrids. by piano a song so soft a violin while mother broke a viola.
so complicated, as comparing women to imagine such cultural differences. or to
look at a woman, so ethnic, while unable to decipher her by color; pure ingratiation
or purer integration while looking at reflection a bit uneasy. so dignified as
a raw essence where memories form by ivory.
