into
city meadows or wooded alleys with depth of insight. to despise his-self or to
redeem a portion where most remain unsatisfied. either here or there, either
play dice, or fret discomfort. it was a small boat a difficult terrain while
feuded over melanin. so internal, as to request, others desist—such presidential
miracles, or pure destruction, as to sense many disgusted. but plumbless color
or royal priests so much more satisfied with caseworkers. across a star or half
passed five, as rolling into Marina Del Ray. too sensuous for faint heart or
protesting too much, where it becomes difficulties. life is like decaf, or life
is like sockets, or life is in-between and more. by plash of music by lakes far
into woods, or riding some trance quickly into disturbance. so greensward by a
clump while years have caused callousness. (so urgent so upset so disrupted;
sure tension such tendency while some lights are legendary; our choking souls
or chaotic sensors as concrete survivors: one moment to exist is a lifetime
chasing!) such rabble of its author or such gravel of its winter while soft
into attraction—those as witnessed to know a soul wants her; condone our
vaultkeeper, or disbelief in attentiveness, such force in our courage. upon a
funny bone, while Love accepted babble, where one is too concerned. such city
crypts such roving agendas if but to adore it might be lethal! a pool of crooks
a block of sirens, where a son was curled in a knot standing uprightly. so many
walls or so little mirrors if but to confess, “I’m the hero/heroine of my life!”
