I was flinching. I noticed it softly. it’s a side effect. (so stern or an adjustor where we mirror others.) or uncomfortable a man in a child’s carcass, while ink is confrontational. I want to fortify her life, her soul, her angelic properties. some alone conference some feeling askew while scrolling mental papers. it was sawing those years it was dormant those days it was sudden in that second. to run through pepper, a man sneezing so violently, strangers were cautious. as one in a fit or in some spirit while something in there needed to make an appearance. such joking or laughing, where one is taking inventory. some preemptive strike, a palm of medications, to find it has germinated!
I appear in straws I grapple with bricks I find solace a bit refreshing. most need friends in this abandonment or a portico promising salvation. most require attention in an attentive state while loving sees a breath more contagious.
I would spare us something—those dark realms—where a mind is a lascivious ghost.
over a hookah saying some mystery or acting out social illegalities. some office as familiar terrain where as it hits it distresses formalities. (to need humanity while boxed in titles where one gets appalled by reactions; but dynamics are set, where lines are blurred, in such a sense we must be millennia distraction.) it kills us but those barriers are caterpillars they move too slowly to pay us homage. as madder souls enveloped behind walls while what is given is more than enough.
I was
biting nails as a lad or mother was three blows into violence while stepfather
never met her as a human. it seems so vehement, one’s life, while I sit,
compose, and fail to include so many details; or over yonder a tender bible
where Love is agnostic. such times so crucial where sensitive souls are forbidden
from margins. (a passion in me a frantic unreality—something horrifying!)
