so cordial so polite such a feeling. so aesthetic about every line … she meets with courage. I am some creature such a soul while life seems carnivalesque. I met with evil we dined it was more spirit. playing your harpsicord or strumming your violin or sharing an existential piano. so blood blue, such baked ingredients, so frontal but still alive.
stirred or stripped! to whisk into us to claim warrior while our cosmos tests invincibility.
was sore lost, too much to outwit, master, too much to capitalize. (such swash of seas or terror at a thought once erased or retaught. I would have solace if but too long to realize something felt wrong; by gut-phone by sky-tension, so much needing to feel different. such will as overliving while so depressed it was pain, those years.)
do more for self. fly or flit or refilm!
tarot
paths or designed depersonalization or trying to feel empty!
I was infantile. it
was hell for me. either guileless or unhuman … either honest or made perfect.
can’t have too much … too good for me! … while we ask: “Do I want Love?”
caliber woman declining woman such fire as it cries. an inkblot or ink spots so
close to asking permission to breathe. (not much respect. he’s scared to lose. we
give much away!) unquiet rain such sickles to passion so sweet by vinegar. such
molasses as so low where one falsely feels fragrant. tore treasure, so comfy
there, so filthy here. by soulprint by algorithm such six-faced dragons … a
crown or many horns or a tiger’s mask. too subtle a grave too slow a penalty
while systems build like an epidemic. so grown to walk-by as contact seems to
engender angst.
you give a feeling
as built into flame so coarse a nightmare. to dance like clouds to move like
thunder to give such sweet insistence. so alike those angels so sentenced by
earth while too wilderness not for guile. pure splendor purer souls but too
human to escape. a fret for fire a frame for courage. a wilder career a wilder
energy while getting lost is respected. so untamed so unraveled where most
frail are creatures—the midnight those bleeding skies where essence slipped
into drainage.
if I told a lie it’s
because you changed where women say — “That’s untrue!”
