into melody or wars so accursed by graves — such a tomb such deliverance so cathartic. upon a wolf to ask a favor while surrounded by coyotes. but leniency to charms or hectic an appeal to need forgiveness for breathing! so much color. it rules in anxiety. it isn’t considered mandatory. such bones as evidence, such melanin as crucial, so birthed as one forbidden — those lakes those antiques our wealth into a dear woman. I watch our scarecrow. he just hangs in limbo. such similarity by stagnation. so absorbed by ability or anxious in absence too clean to feel clean.
we welkin our bars such souls running faster our planet has a virus. our minds are airports such tarmac as arteries such proficient losing. by leather as consumed by campfire as restarted such lectures on those tinges of rain.
I read her work or her spirits while granny is still schizophrenic; in catacomb or skies her allotment as sameness while now she speaks clearer.
we ate lemons with salt or pomegranates with loquats we sung a silent cadence. our rundown rummaging our filthy havens such healing in our slums. so occupied by rivers to study our destruction where mother is a crevice inhaling deeper.
we end with options as accused of
bravery where most are gunning at slavery; those miles in mills those sawdust
chills where a man might die eating too much pork. our minds in recovery our
royal arts in captivity our boxes seeming so bestial. to die from start to
finish. to shiver quicker into absence. or lastly, a man trying to explain insensitivities.
