a
bounce in me a thread of justice while understanding comes by pain. I see us
coming together or riding a pendulum where most share an entrée. so spaced-out
such a feeling or running from choices. seduced by a predator or feeling good
while he found a profile.
but fire to a rumor it meant so much as dogging its target; the only way just as filthy as Judas while feeling spectacular. such feeders so low while rejected by worthy souls.
touched as a human such dreams as figuring where souls die. once comfy, increased knowledge, increased pain. so magnetic or roaming islands upon an ocean chandelier. trying to desensitize trying to depersonalize or watching as souls try harder. something permits trust while something works against trust insomuch as we can’t trust ourselves; but imagine grapes missing or cigars missing while so close it utters warfare; or imagine enthralled like slavery or needing one glance—a certain way as beautified such aesthetic remorse. such jealousy where we select importance or trading one friend for romance; to have what flies to be a source while stumbling at its helm. so rooted as secluded while eager to hurt others. wrestling abed such savage disgrace so involved for it permits pain; as worse in us such vultures in us while a woman is cringing. so glorious a second such pain in a small death, or an obedient German. our butterflies our heart punctures where one feels terrific … for nothing more, as but to disrupt a person’s temperament.
out of traffic but at a light while
pleading at pasture. rudeness in us or pictures with red eyes or abuse playing pattycake.
[I sense in someone a reason to love, a mental stencil or a spirit hexagram at
sore comforts. to arouse as committed or die for royalties, payment as inner
security—those shores as doors to ecstasy at a soul-camp]. our hills our
terrible orchards our oranges.
