such scent such
closure where a man is mad. too perfect a figure so fraught a desire so dead
brought to life; spatial dust insides as guts a mind-phone—pure telekinesis so
rabid a cry too much effusion. but a child scheduled where Love is excitement,
but a man is hesitance—those glory totems those poles as cursed so blessed it
felt heaven to hold daughter. over fajitas so much laughter, I never perceived
beauty—the fury of doorjambs those hallways if but a phantom where a soul
ignites into terrors. it was angry aggression or authority adverse such wilting
welts while wilderness. silky languishing southern sexuality while it behooves
to die with legacies—the harp dripping pianos those violins in his blood or banished
so awakened so alienated—by fret into angelica where I couldn’t capitalize; by
snare by anniversary by scar by peccable acclaim. to sentence a lemur to a life
of beauty so bathed in opinions such a stranger—but a dedicated deliverance but
hurt to heal while wild as uncut crystals; such dreamlike details such impeccable
errors so alert to anxieties—those duet flutes so sexual so grown while apart
from ourselves.
so capable of roses so collapsed in evening dress
where each remark tugs cords. by strum or thrums so hectic a haven while
protecting dynasty—surefire swift as a taste might debilitate where something
aches, for it can’t dominate. it’s blurry it has channels where we can’t
compute; ironic essence to shake violence to viola our romance; the mandolin in
the man, such mad conveyance, as trees whistle, whisper, or wail. by raven mane
or aesthetic breasts so perfect a woman her orientation—the golden raft such
canyon in spirituality while a man might go mad those years; trying to manage
trying his agenda where Love is unmitigated reservoir. a mesto reality,
or losing or lost it long ago, while we vex our interiors. to die for life to
live for life to exhaust by deeper shames.
