sweeter
Agnes pain so electro-magnetic such poltergeist hauntings — those eyes such
warring countenance by rough-tender melody; as opposed to harm unless dear
gauges to cuff each scent. many gnats a man squints or furrows his brow. so knotted
such quilting to censure relaxation. so little to desire too full to quench
such rabidness in cliff-wires. by polished furniture by mental upholstery to knit
you into memories — to imagine tableaus or to see us fierce, adamant, sudden
into our evil persons; so much condition too many clauses when it could be ridiculous.
but sheer dizziness or treasured elasticity while souls ruminate. another would
lie, sweetness would inherit — as something void of honesty; to corner a market
to laugh with riches while so dung-hearted. those maps, some in there, where
romance might live; by dusty debts, or rusty silver, so many rounds at losing
excellence. oh sweet Agnes some might remember some might sense Catholicism — at
pliers to bolts or wrenches to spigots while water refuses to flow. a nearby
cemetery, many needing rebirth, where mother headed to a church: some deep
desire, if but to fit, while shunned by mercy. a purpose clear to you. certain
meadows in mirrors. or a ceiling covered by symbols. to die a smidgen so wedded
to cuttings while deeper inside lives a stranger: curt designs curter replies
where one wise needs to exploit you. but ocean-angelic or trillion-dollar
personality by a billion- dollar temper. some troublemaker some coarse
understanding in needing some fantasy!
