sooner
than later while living his parable his allegory—such pollution into a soul
while asking for normality those screams in mirrors those fragile witnesses
while too much to contain.
to strew inertia, so primal, to
wonder of dinosaurs with depression. his story is told his recovery was untold
our conversation was partially recorded. so listless those mornings such a tomb
of dirges while lit into a rocket; decaf liquor renegotiated premises while
sensing some ghost in its dis-clarity … as wild animals into foggy lenses
weathered by behavioral sophistry; the ghetto as it dies those paths as
aggressive our motion into atmospheres. by numbing interaction to abuse a child
as needing that child to survive; our aging regrets our deceit as normality
while most carry a level of shame. by values such ethical conversation while
something is profound—the flight of the deer those snakes in a bundle or eyes with
premises.
by chasm gates by remorse for sins
or too gone to have a conscience.
the amore of sadness the gut of the
alienated or walking some thin interior; too uncovered too removed where it
must be pathology; for feelings are precipices or cliffs are rejuvenation as
trees are blocking mountains. so much acumen but so partial as some
make-believe identity. so near a lake, aside a sweatshirt, while a sunbeaten
zinnia.
our last beginning while it shouldn’t
be hard but so averse to something inside.
