so Holocaustic so scandalous while in a second so vicious; clanking by gongs an execution—some noose some apparatus where a neck snaps under.
iron chains trekking a long desert chewing cactus.
I appear to a fret while damn near against harmony such theologians float in turmoil. a smock for us a dear hallucination where patience builds dung. tables or tablets, notes or notebooks, a diary in a treehouse; an inner voyeur some internal territory upon a garden of gazanias. I was in myself, I was aloof to myself, it felt hell such contradiction; as denial is fatal, but denial might help, where watching is painful. what is boundary, where one collapses, but helping feels treason against self? such character as holding deception but it needs a friend. what in scripture permits for deaths while it’s all the above? databases filled with wheat kitchens fraught by fibers, while nonresistance makes a woman smile.
the witness inside as perceiving deaths raging to be with peace.
such a doorbell. it keeps ringing. while no one is listening. in fact, it never happened!
needing our feelings while safeguarding our feelings where utopia is destroyed by souls. such dystopia such allegories if but to tell the last fable. unwritten kindness, so correct with some, so opened to others. our lies as webs our curses as dreaded such slices or splices some island in cells.
poverty for the rich. or riches for the poor. while giving is alike to assessments.
a cup of oranges a bottle of
independence while days keep passing by. ingredients by existence or those
draft riots at some lake in Vegas. to look around so empty such room for expansion.
a surplus of ignorance, plain stupidity, when a face is suddenly obvious. but a
casket in jungles, so reboxed such a priestly rebel. cards falling. dice
erased. one last chance at something immediate. (let the story read as it was observed
with correct interpretation.)
