nautic lies by
well-built hips or a man so sick to call it freedom. I was sinning so unscheduled
so late where others were surrendering. a knotted man a gut to spine soul as
afflicted by anxiety. those days seemed uneven so crooked where one lacks
sociality; but a fable in us but lasciviousness in us while raptured by
sensation—those roads those pebbles while Love was ecstatic. to bring joy to
pain where a smile is sufficient a man putting back his science: fractured
reality fragmented passion while Love made existence. (they never tell us. it
sounds uneasy. but it feels natural for its culprit.) so detached where it marinates
an issue while most at deaths—to remain disconnected flung in sequences those
souls abandoned to scourges; a man as a puppet a woman as puppeteer while our
language is pantomime. such vernal welts such addictive aesthetics where one is
want to share. by sweltering addiction by boiling manifests so sick for
one creating phantasms. I needed its pain its redemption to have debt with you
is like re-dying. such sweet conniption so rough its tenderness so threatened
where a man becomes crazy. to ask his guts to condemn his actions while frozen
by his truths; by timbal or thunder or cages!
we re-speak we delegate
we become action or energy as flaming as disputed; such black sheep where one
would destroy you while such reality is trivial. such billboards such a lavish
canvas so cured as cursed or three more pills. by milligrams his entire life
where freedom becomes another life. so transcendent such dialectics where
adoring you is so difficult. or abandoned in structure so devastated while
forced into instincts. by raffles or deterioration while a man has become his
desert; such soft deliverance so raw in twilight while streets are re-paving
identities: the fire of the yogi those delights in sprinkles where too much
science spoils mystery. (it was nice to trespass, but it brought anxieties, so
we contemn it as sinful reality.) so sour in season such leaves in leviathan where
silence becomes too destructive. where many need it unspoken, they loathe
actualities while they fail to alter behaviors. always in fears always a black
sheep where most are profaned by sincerity. a lake in dimness, a creek on high,
or a fierce fence.
