upon
subtleties some wound where existence is a parable. so late at resurrection or
furious grays where plaster is see-through. a mountain slide so much mud while
so thirsty. so built into royalty, so salacious, so articulate. by gates
whispering softly while your arms are tugged. such chaos as more damage while
angry at another; most instinctively, a behavior in absence where knowledge of
the unsaid, causes vacancies. a small gnat or a huge sky so familiar with dis-channeling.
but primal men in dens with mosquitoes while taking has become important.
I would implode, as holding records, proofs for evaluation. I saw a woman I caressed an inclination it seems identifiable. such a curse as one might swim as so far into dirt patches; the fields in me those small planets or some makeshift oasis. brown bark, auburn leaves, so defensive it starts to intrude. or raven skin aside raven mane aside dark black beauty. some chasm in me as trying its distance as remote while so close. a man thinks of self, inside of self, is left with self. a nice kitten a little puppy they grew together. value becomes numb a moment isn’t for thinking a brain will relinquish—as temperament all boundaries a ghost gets to trespass ink.
we seem to stink or ever fresh or somewhere in between. how has clarity mixed so murky in turbid analyses?
a
bit listless a famous space where it seems deep inadequacy. have we asked self
a dear question concerning what works? the amore of differences the war to
entertain the feeling of suppression; to imagine something true, a man is
matched, a woman is romanced. I unknit a sweatshirt some metaphor I rebuilt a
private edifice.
we fix things at
times, unknowingly courted, while we never disturbed anything. it becomes clown-faced
or itchy while another waits only for beauty: a world in design, a place
insecure, but it feels good given the best of ourselves.
