(alleluia! alleluia!
alleluia!) the mystic her trials
his confusions. those bucolic blades those enmities while socialization in its
reign. to have adored by fight. to have agonized by control. or rich hopeless
darkness. so benighted so beige such tussocks by skies—pulling clouds or yanking
roots where fiberglass shatters in memories. the Zen Buddhist as a glorious survivor
insomuch she adores pain. so confused about it, so baffled, such years at
yarns. by cessation to exist while it never goes away. such recalcitrant rites
or bold behaviors while bailed by a sudden enchant. so mystic it hurts her life
is music her anguish is crocheted. a nameless creature a cold, chilly creature,
a warm wellic creature. (I would fret you or adore you while I hate you!) so
close to me as to damage me while I must be pain for thee. those fretted
mountains those gorgeous trees while Love despises beauty. it must cater it
must be engulfed it must promise to attend to self-centeredness. it dies for no
reason it laughs at inveiglements it contradicts holy sensation. I don’t like
it. as to keep it simple. while it has no respect for me. such mechanics while
uncomfortable but those components are never stable. (to invest in ditches to
climb into pits or to wonder concerning filth—it behooves to seal ditches, or
stay away from pits, if one is concerned about his garments.)
he underwent hospice. this is the last phase. a
daughter watched. such grievous deterioration, pure distraction, where a man
awaits to become dead. hospice doesn’t do prevention. they just assist transcension.
so, to see them is a grim indication. such wrath such rage while forgiving God.
such faith or pure unwanted insurgence—to deny it coming to hope against, no
way out, while God is warm towards you. to sense dark oceans to bleed skies
dripping as vomit throws its spirit. (I come to grips. I feel too much. I imagine
his bed, his gurney, his fingers clutching sheets.) so fretted so sick while
tears dry into salt. the war of delicacies the fire of the burning house the
fear in becoming everything! such to unrest!
More often, we know what we are doing, but often the
subconscious is on radar!
