I find
angst in terrors some feeling in souls while eating swamp — such gravel in gods
such concrete unforgiveness so blue it seems black. a palm of marshweed a
freezing temperature too much treble to blink. a colored phantom an invisible
spirit so bled dry. to havoc by lusts or unsewn from self at pure internal rain
— so alienated it seems division as palms clench into fists. a piece of marble
face into tiles grieving in some garden — too many remedies, I need one
assignment, such plurality has tears screaming. a sudden invite a communion
communication, so blessed where it hurts —those arts into valleys a man roaming
through cities — a sip for clarity a pitchfork for picketing while oppressing
his brains; to sickle pain to extract a yawning so bold at memories — as altered
so changed a bit too numb for exaggeration. I hit a boulevard I escape a
sensation I knock — she answers. gold streaks navy blue denims a white tank
top; such painted toes, vanilla wafting, hands too delicate to un-palm; but sad
winds such ink sawdust while speaking high angles. a softness touch, a decided petting
so curled into his lap. if so angelized, is a man weakness, while others test
to unveil — those black thunders those black oaks such freedom to believe
essence? too much to discount so little to pause while concentration requires a
lantern — a can of oil a wisdom-pack, such rereading it aches; those colors
those lovers while we search for wars; to bate with flamingoes or swim with
geese so many hours to rupture — it couldn’t be broken!
it becomes fever in silence as understanding such weakness. many days to islands many islands to going public or so public he remains obscure. such pressure such queasiness looking at a sandbox. it goes fastly the next day is here, those old gates seem closer; as minds gather it looks like freedom to admire a trial towards completion; to see as seen to hear as heard to buff a psychological mirror. true memories seated in a crib so much a feeling like ghosts. arranged for agendas at wars with whispers such a firm repentance. I saw more colors a pawnbroker a gatekeeper. by windfall it seems as crossing pollination as walking boldly: struck with horrors, treading, nonetheless, while angry as losing a fortune. keys jangling souls chanting it must mean confrontation. a blow with justice a chair from pessimism, a diner close striking its grill. to fumble nothing in gaining prudence a man silent enough to unturn.
