out the gut into
trees into cabbage patches—those force fields so alienated while too close for
fortune. a babbling fool or a person on sparks or something in Plato—a million
words a comfy content while manic she looked so gorgeous. such an aura an
acrobatic countenance while it still bounces—where one is giggles another is
laughs where another treasures sure serenity. to share allowance to anger
snoopy or to unbelt each human’s bible.
I loved her cries
or adored her body when a man was a young boy.
many call him
crazy to speak what’s hidden while it was tears in skies; such rainy slopes such
firm axioms while most are by humans—the consensus, as it says, while one is a
trillion—as against laughs as ostracized where he behaved for he felt uncomfortable—as
it didn’t matter, for he obeyed, “We’re not concerned with his health.” but a
woman submits she adore prestige while so depressed it hurts to swallow;
another, even a man, it felt so alarming he begin to fawn.
those beats those
aliens those deep displeasures; but who is whom, or whom is aware, while the
pain is gutted by indifference; so hell to them or hell to us but hell shall
breathe!
so special in a clench so ridiculous when explaining
while most are so deliberate it feels like rain.by ambition or animal instincts
as it’s denoted for passion. voltage by radar such red vines into a valley surrounded
by psychologist—to know a dear secret, there’s a deep difference, while souls
are siding with privilege. the battle of the jaguar the cage of the lion where
he tatted his neck. the last sage so overwhelmed while it keeps security. those
ripples we feel this feeling we fret while karma has captured our guts.
the soul in its furnace the coldness in its oven those branches reneging. so
static in essence so decided in lessons where it must be a certain space; such
arithmetic such algorithms where it couldn’t matter much. to have a hunch, to agree
with memories, as opposed to swimming his swamp; as marsh is waterweeds or
casualties are tanked oceans where a soul was eclipsed. to smile or better grin
while too secluded to be too much about earing(s). something hanging something
unclear something too vague to condition—or aching structure so disgusting
where airs float messages.
