Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Inescapable Melancholy: Born Frying

 

purified by smelting, eyes low those days, much unforgiveness in me. such pain in mother much adventure in father while semblance would suffer his sentence. touched pavement ambition, such anti-science or bled through. by waterweeds by wildweeds or tumbleweeds. a truer mistake while it turns beauty to imagine a woman sliced open. some shame so early much suffrage suffering. by blue veins one slapping his arm such a different spirit. a mouth for swearing a heart for ignoring, or terror such dear convergence. by mount of madness or fated gates while joys are so horrible. (he must be lost where misery is gravel or glass waits in its melting. much fever those ruined ribbons, while we notice Love is gorgeous. rich classification into green seas while pleasures disappear in turquoise: father’s eyes, father’s wit, for he passed it over to mother. some inner ringing some inner telephone while answering is ghostly. so much by exospheres such bubbling precipitation—it might rain soon.) I fall to knees those nights abandoned it must be life! minds fraught beige, or anxieties in red ink, while one professor was begrudging sentences. a bit unsteady, some undergirding, flustering while next to receive—by fury of fountains by weary agitation into a sin he must refuse; too cursed to care too affixed to affirm while hating self was so beautiful. those moments in there, such caring in there, while waiting for some movement in there. too young to feel smart, or too dumb to see a chasm, while so bright most walked away. (a soul will shiver or tremble from tremors while living misidentified—but it will stick!) no fast justice or no sole objectivity while fighting for these—fills a man with boiling cries; as reigns weaken or thoughts are coerced where something simple is most profound: those fields in time such burning in time as silk worms maneuver through time. an ocean punctured me, a sweet venomous woman destroyed me, where many didn’t bounce with a parachute. I crawl in symbol an internal ideogram as music sweeps, captures, or condones sorrow.

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