Saturday, December 19, 2020

The Sky Burns

 

the mythos of the grave the club of the empire the blood of bleeding such balm in a carcass. too much oxygen too elated to smile such raw ass rockets. I met Africa some blond chaos while at an albino. so rude to me such pain in me such a liver—I hope it works! so real in an instance such souls at confrontation a man escaping his mirror! those hills in Inglewood those alleys in Watts or backstreets in Beverly Hills. a soul takes to intensity a soul appreciates Kerry a mind is at his lineage. by raging eyes the pride of Europe or abased as some creature excused to die. I sense Love in carnival I laugh at my guts, I vomit, rinse and take a swig. I have life to give, a kid with miracles, or a mother hiding her identity. we never need embarrassment, it cuts like scissors, it was hell to live like a sheep. so tetras fitting pieces to run into an ideation—some feeling like dying where a man fears environment—or cursed to exist as born to croak while trying to immortalize ruins. so much in Kenya or too much in our Caribbean while Rihanna such a monotheistic body. I play piano or violin while something is breaking freedom; to see it grovel to beg forgiveness to deflate its essentials.

            so many regions so raw too lost to invite—the party is potential the flag is flashing while many are Confederates. I hit a cut. I jump a fence. we met in Sacramento. the curb whispers those clouds gander while winds are taking notation. Love is losing or art is arranged while deep pain made our playwrights. too much to exist so much to pave planets while feeling grandiose: a countenance debating an entrance at its gala or a museum in her backyard. to float with impatience or to adore her soul while a friend just converted to Buddhism.

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...