core dilemma so cursed where he walks in
silence. so vocal inside, looking dissociative, while most debate his aura. to
see like prophecy or to predict like bibles such raw mind-war. so many have
died, our souls are hungry, I find us gnawing screams. the desire becomes more
time. a man is frantic. a woman is scatting.
I stress an acorn, I mingle with worries,
I was given three winds; so touched such craving a horrible time to sense
angst. to reimagine a diamond such sweet existence while souls are toppling.
Love aches. Love is a mirror. she looks at her image. so tender to her child,
so insistent from our world, too religious to confess it. another ponders
justice. another micromanages. while spirit is promiscuous. such dear
infidelity such realism to discover while times are so skeptic.
I hear tambourines I fret a tribal zone
where we get scared enough to make bad decisions.
so distant it feels normal where most
adore strangers. such opportunity. this one might save us. where much has
gotten worse. the unveiling sky the new cult while many searching for
Armageddon are seeking refuge. one would give you death, in honor of beliefs,
while unsaid person is trying to live forever. try to study it. try to evolve.
while many are most susceptible.
it infuriates us as desperate to convey
music where a little solace is nearby. this matrix of dreams those dialogue
portals while many are having babies. times seem surreal. ideals seem panicky.
our leaders are nervous.
as abstract runaways or diehard
logicians—we don’t secure escape! so much lovemaking so much bottle work, or a
drug for many different realities. at rehab inside, but tugged by terror, while
doors are closing rapidly. to look at the man, to hate something in him, or to
realize not much was its impetus.
minds became polygraphs. women split
meanings. children are a bit affected.
