We Destroy a person. Then we ask: “Where has this come from?”
so gated or asking
or begging while it happens. so dear to trauma such cursed alibis while
becoming glasslike. a man to terrors a darkness to spaces while every light was
segue! it would laugh or it would die while cases are built around buildings.
so cool a person so indebted to fires where anxiety is fury or fever. as a song
starts as does his life while racing for crescendo—mathematics on emotion or
science applied to invisibility or skies falling by wrath—the brimstone the
cobble-mind where morals have become hypocritical concrete. such basement
activity such racing miles while a man just kicked a camel. so far into
dizziness such undercurrents while souls are underground. to like Love to
ignore Love or to endure Love. as lost pagans in America where many have sided
with wiccanism. so heavy a torture such games in flame while a man must remain
stalwart: such vine labor such grapes in green while one is wild wine. to
explode with fierceness as asked a question while it was years to an outburst. “What’s
wrong? Have we done something? We try so hard with you!” it piles into a pyre
into a prison; as hours pass to ask again, something in which strikes the wick.
so much dynamite so determined while it feels good to remain as perfect: money,
riches, or drugs; to fret existence while livid a dream where struck as
depleted becomes an enemy’s zone. to hover over manure to inhale manure to kiss
& kick ass in manure. to ask the real person, in that other person, while
the high one is the one we cherish. so regained such rope while hung in
mansions fleeing his interior—those gut-fires those gut-balls while Love became
fire-lightening. a man in vajra a freezer in raja as to admit to
much practice; but feuded inwardly as to sense a gut where one depends on
mercies. so coarse its moon so enlove his obligation while happiness left years
ago.
