by pooling compassion, to walk at her
side, to accept her anxieties. our pupils in pain our screams with shame, our
inner whale sharks. upon a sakura or pelting a pineapple, looking into pitfall
eyes; as blind souls as needing security such vulnerable creatures. but compassion
thus obscure while we become frustrated. such climate opinions such
mind-keepers, or soft into abrasive doubts. to stencil my life, such geometric
behaviors, certain Titan ambition. our new garments on an old person while chastising
our intentions. (I speak to a rare soul, watching silver ants, realizing
interior deficit.) so much brain sand so many sea monsters or wildness as it
breeds. weaponizing pain or octopus legs so gripped by fury; our pale morals
our opaque intestines our pink pride; to change glasses, to see her anguish,
while enforcing many rules … those blue jays those trombones as we make it so
easy — to ungift to lose as undone parachuters; such in compassion such in
understanding while something might just be permissible; to fathom angst to realize
needs as to confess, maybe I lack an ingredient. so rough on recipes so dangerous
inside or surrounded by mongooses. oh dearest Cobra, by decades at travel, so
intimate with a Viper — to request remedy or receive venom while compassion is
rich. details rush inward. the liars are congratulated. so much disappointment …
if or only if, those chairs are omitted, or afterlife is unreal … but minds
haunt, we receive a bit more, while we ponder clichés.
Love was a marionette some creature
dangling in submission. Love is now a machine forced to swim while killing
pieces of her compassion. by soil knife, by sickle, or caustic skies —
as in caustic beauty, surefire sawdust, with Malaysia
in her rearview. so many stoats are grazing such rude thoughts while repulsion
caused attraction — some sickness something in compassion while we need to
prove our points. by mind storage by sullen happiness by repentant joys—to have
relinquished dewdrops, our holy mildew, while mystic into a capagen.
