by fair fight or air in essence or dear concerns re-spoken.
those old fences
as one might escape to learn more about humans.
I can’t war landscape or unfraught its avalanche made available
to abstracts. such inkpads for inkblots requiring trajectory shifts. by filled personality
or filmed intestines where pride has come closer. so warm to us or slight
satisfaction where I admire icebergs. too near to self or too far from self
while expecting life to adjust to moods. at breathless nature to imagine
grackles while tugged by Utah. to have soul to remain critical or to forfeit
those pleasantries. I clave to doorjambs so much an armoire if but to impress
potential abandonment. by smallest boat harassed by larger boat—it become rocky
seas.
re-bolt frantic cries. as a solid glass leaf. watching our world glance.
so simple where it’s poverty. so complex by affluence. some occurrences cause quakes.
with copper aroma a bronze identity while society
claims golden. so far behind so poised as ahead or so silver; by splendid spoon
or universe fork where butter is spread with a knife. a man cringing a man at a
crisis so cured if but?
taboo symbols. “It isn’t right to say that.” where we
often cast decency to embarrassments.
I have fought a feeling so pregnant with prose where realness is its abjection. to adore pearls to need a person if but if only such pure crystallization.
