by arrested vision
so soft in beliefs so rigid concerning spirit—to die again to adore the dying
such fury for us; so annoyed as bursting into laughter while so close a man
might live. such blots such wrenching forgiveness while a woman tries so hard;
dear for us or drowning in us while I need more as giving life—a seed a diary a
gut—such Versace eyes, a soul too awakened, while it hurts to feel normal; such
a secret such a lifting as an anchor from childhood; the religious in us such
holy begging where in payoff it’s extraordinary! by blushing I smiled by body I
craved by deepness I cringe—as from hurt surefire remorse where it might never
come home. unpaved arts such cruel life where sensing by caves it might
devastate; by branch or bark such unstitched roots. to center upon greatness,
to adore skies, such green oceans—our ship at ninety our graves on hiatus where
if but this last moment; such grievance over islands while I never knew love;
to boil over to re-box intention or to touch like virgins. something we
picklock something as turquoise or laughter over waterweeds. if but to hear
more if but to resize existence if but to have this second concretized. (so
alert those days such a feature, as it was medicated; to lose particles to fret
feelings while part numb. no purpose more viable no season so polished while
seated in under-fire; our mapped frustration, the world tugging, as it comes
together it’s challenged; so many at silence or so many watching while Neon
took a picture.) so useless right now, so deep in irony while myths aren’t
delivering joy; such gateway an inner garage while reality is too gray—for life
isn’t this way, it couldn’t be this color, while still able to fraught by glee.
to feel eyes water, for a child is so beautiful or
Love has never been so vulnerable. our deep wrongness while something tugs
familiarity or something is frightened to move forward; or better, one waits, as
one is smiling, while togetherness is different than an affair. to outlive us
to fret something over yonder while quarters are too intimate. or want as a bachelor
or needs for a giant where someone must be responsible. a handwritten ballad,
an interior oven, while Love has never studied poetry. such raw meaning such
uncooked uneasiness, as to marry a person that never read your book. soft cries
such magic or tremendous in a second. to work so hard to exercise bodies for a
release as never such a treasure. by epitome to lie to self, by rage against
self, if to hold what remains a ghost. while many are living excellence or
chiming by irritations where a man looks, laughs, & smiles.
