so
much fighting we un-deliver our souls so much writing but unfree. by maps to
you by signposts to you by cavalier ripeness. so many bleeding, sore injustice,
while describing you becomes difficult. I have undressed. I have entered a
shower. I sit or panic where water pelts my scalp, my shoulders, as I look
upward, certain devastation, certain adjustment; eyes reigning or rare
assumptions so weird as we try for elation. I graphed you it was easy, for I disobeyed
reality. I accept you but I don’t agree you where anger is ever in you. I cough
pain so much a last count so covered by culture crashes. as existential
primates too pleasing in our minds such men, women, plus, children; to reread
passivity or to succumb to impassivity so cold or delicate or sunken into war,
wrangles or welts; a known cheat a gambling galaxy so cursed in crevices too jarred
to crawl free. I was embarrassed. eyes swollen with depression. so wild how
humans bounce! by tone of its story; by wages of its crime; where deaths seem
to recruit blacks. indeed, such color implies its redness its rapes its molestations
its beatings its abuses its traumas or travails so lost to arrive as a found
object. horses gallop sure to certain sadness our earlobes begin to churn—those
burning islands those fallen pineapples where a gnat sits on its writers. I fetched
faces so fastened to fear too feral for frantic wind. it became a craft to care
to covet as running or broken to belong to something we find obnoxious; a
community of dying a community of living, we make objections about those that
prevail. to borrow your aura to unbox your charms to add ice to hot water; for
adoring you isn’t easy, while loving you is a problem, where being away too long
might launch a war in me. so developed such ape eyes afforded one chance to
decorate misery. I have said little, where seeing excitement might excite—such frightened
Forms, such raging rivers, so grated like minced onion. a guard against
you; a gaze after its yelp; to guarantee affection, plus, yelling.
