what
cured me some alienation while lizards fled at light? what sustains you some soul
if but to break contract? so afield something’s amiss while you’re too good for
me; this miracle in chains struggling to gasp where vultures are upon a branch:
watching, salivating or laughing as life seeps into its tarantula. a mere sponge
a silly attraction while giving all to survive; colder bricks, even adobe, to
desire seeing the best in you; that dying person that moral aliveness so
ethical it slices flesh. so lissome so sturdy so angry; at mere brooks soft in
temperament or feisty like fists in rings. a living ruins a southern charm or
mixed with misery, pain, and longing—those fires such underbrush to write so
much I see you! something curdled it went sour I was running into more desert;
a raven in a ravine a track in terrors while women were unjustified; indeed, we
speak for glee, we analyze to make more connections, or we glove Love to get
closer to invisibility. I wept with
ease something so deep as if filmed its disaster. but a carved pumpkin on a Halloween
night where kids are going batty. or a jacket made with restraints wailing
seeping into silence. such a raspy voice to know so early as most have a
calling. those fierce, screeching, amazing eyes; those cheeks so defensive
while most have met a heathen. frogs upon a leaf. or theories exulted. or signs
we didn’t see. as to waft gently or to ask for lusts while most became the
program; so tender or such ice, while so warm a given second. so plush so
fluffy such rage in a glass crystal. to ponder mother a dear heart as needing
more training. no one cared no one took time while mother required patience.
our self-help departments our secrets compartments while I listen so possessed
one is on to it. by fangs such tears where excellence becomes too good for me.
