I was
re-baptized sipping fire it’s so unreal—such a singing soul such orthodox eyes
while tugged by intensities. too much a queen too many chances a man feels good
to reel selection. as crafted by potteries or announcing deep shame if but a
woman would deign to depict excellence—sure vex of a mood triggered by novellas
as art is suspended; mid-waves or airborne such cosmic shadows. as but dense a
bit uncured loving while seasoned by winning; sure baggage such crying while
unlocking becomes combat. by epitome of a touch by raining in serious flames so
irritable by a calming hand. I’m an aberration, for I love harder, it’s not
merely conquest and dash. “but so much luggage such sanded sensitivities where
hurt has transformed us?” so great an issue so harsh its reality while trying
harder to be human. “indeed, I would cherish such blackness while looking at
whiteness; sore ambience sure pains while most can’t resist each reality; its
war its phantom while arguments are pantomime.” I lose interest in all those
reasons as to ignore potential happiness. I might meet Jezebel. she will let me
know. or I might meet Suzanna. our mind’s apocrypha our women to cell phones
while it’s easier to claim acceptance. so raw in me as music moves me so low
those rivers; as accursed to love so blessed to love kneeling at a creek; fire
brooks as inflaming anxiety or to hate a man—he got away—where we know
something about our mirrors. pure anarchy while pushing and stuffing some ditch
where goffers are attacking its lawn. by antidotes certain to arise, I never felt
body with such alertness: sounds up at feelings, motion rhythmic, aftermath
such wilderness. rain upon plastic seated in South Central, cars spinning in
circles. a concrete rose or lion statues or a front yard garden. to remember souls
to haggle over aphorisms while believing some souls are unwise. as to look so
desperately while her soul peaked into her eyes. some metaphysic axiom some
craving arts so caring where it hurts.
