too
much time such as it kills some old banana crust. to debate wrongness to say
something noncausal or to resist obviousness. so accused it must be right, as
simply a thought. from cured to uncured, in a language obscure, as most would
insist. too concerned to play too many mandolins to scream—as more a curse so
favorable; as hatred in self as touched with remorse so cushioned it aches
internally. too bothered to speak, too constrained for silence, while tempo
bleeds a nightmare. some man’s dreams to have measurements or to make
measurements—so cultural by raven eyes so sweet a delicate delight. some
telephone some grind while irritating others is a specific craft.
long
ago in some feeling to decide upon ransom. a deeper wound some trauma attached
while most are self-centered. to need release to feel boxed while memories are
tucked in a cedarchest. sworn by winds a palm of sawdust while patience feels
like decaf; no one relates no one feels it as aside from an experience in it.
to sense a man is comfy to feel premeditated by sole purpose to share misery.
I
was damaged as one located such bone to prayers. into mileage those roads as
pristine is no longer ours so we grip our status—as distinguished souls or dear
sophistication where most things feel different.
if
richness by participation or dear frustration from absence while wired
incorrectly—such plummeting whispers so accused while it becomes too enchanting—to
never stop while we sense disgust but nonacceptance is a furious, fantastic,
screaming sky shiver.
