…but the mystic dies,
flying into flame so sick as pure illusion; for nothing’s real nothing clings
if but a second in a split—the dance the circus those railroads…. so gifted at
rafts or wraths such edified creatures. raw iniquity as so alluring where a man
ponders his soul. as a mindless-mental experience, into dungeons cauldrons or
boiling; so deceased as at sidewalks such a hut amid those beaches; so sourced
for panic such a seizure in blood a man seized by ambition. to meet Love to
fret passion while dissecting energies—the fool in me those windy alligators or
a cool shoebill at some caiman genetic—the soul its mind as accusing self of
degradation. by a mirror to see ink—by a crayon to shed a tear—where compassion
might walk with me. …but the mystic dies, so fretted, for things lack a
permanent property: our wars inside our angst drooling while cleaving for
comforts; so at love so needy for love while love became intermission…. (I
looked at a glance to chance a doorjamb where it meant too much to pass; to
feel like crazy, to knit emotion, such linguistics in a shared kiss.) mystic
means experiential or an allergy to vibrations or something beyond definition.
indeed, a complication, a candle, a flicker in its skies. to adore like running
to jog like catching up while wheezing a long road. the portico the damages
such sweet revenge. such real fire so deep into his guts while fleeing into
Egypt. a friend named Rumi, a mechanic named Elijah, or a mother named Huldah.
our next of kin, our glued fevers so baffled, for a soul is bipolar. such
numbers to realize distinction, where minds are unraveling. so mystic into
midnight so cured come daylight or too mellow for comforts. …but the mystic
dies, or it felt terrific, such a boney mediation…. such marrow in algae such a
leaping frog, where Love kissed into skies. such a fool so damaged such a fire—at
Love such distance, at self such closeness, while torn into twilight. the dusk
at memories the dust at spells while a man met sheer darkness. the benighted
mystic, the delighted freedom, while realizing the mystic is cursed.
