by desperate scar as but to arrive with
desperate despair. by lights to avow vengeance upon a life destitute of its
kindness. to alert central system to cave by longing fire or to adore as tides
clash—such fight in its bull such remorse in its kingdom such anxiety to defeat
an interior monster; as wrestling shadows or wrangling archetypes in a world
semi-connective. by undercurrent friction to have met by eyes as casting a
lasting inquiry; a soul made delicate such wit made lethal while we desire
something passive; to ambush our loins to submit to our prowess with so little
to sustain our ardor. a man is confused, he becomes flustered, such deliberate
loneliness. so short with thoughts so intimate with pining with contrary forces
at our gullets. by throat of the lion by mouth of the lioness by fangs of the
hyena; so eliminated inside such rolling boulders where a man spends his life
subjected to tasks.
so furious in a bride such roaring
awakening too un-astute too uncivilized. as needing rudiments while loathing
rulers such fate by a man’s own sword. tender accordions or more softer pianos
as a soul might drift ashore. a palm of sand as tossed so nearby such heaving
into seaweeds. that place we despair, is that space we exhaust, with anguish
tugging our humanity. so curious where it hurts, too fretted to see, or so
centralized it begins to un-favor itself.
isn’t it possible as to crave eternal one
soul without interruption?
miles to an island as disregarding debris
where coyotes are emphatic to lead innocence astray; or too innocent to love,
or too innocent to possess, or too innocent to trust. by passage of its animal
by familiarity of its habitat or by furious desperation.
where bone is promise or her word is
statuesque while we depict pictures containing greater activity. too gentle to
win or so aggressive she flees or resentful for something elemental. pure
flaming creek, or tree high in tension, if but to have loved by plumbless
fire.
