by
sycamore vows by steel promises we might find concrete. by resonant arc so high
up to put us in the best mood. souls on lease art for beasts so valued so
uncured while loving your mania. perfected in a picture or running through
weeds such thickets to digest. a life on hock a pawnshop of wishes such dear
restraints. to need to ravish to build for perishing while a soft touch would
resurrect. by oaken kisses by cypress lips so cute in apparel. try 1850, as a
trance speaker, as long as possessed she may speak. women as mediums clocks
seeming heavy while most were oppressed; such rationality, as in decisions
where most were disaffected. too much to insist too much to persist while
secure in oppression; such dead moons such crescent wolves as needing
satisfaction—without a given voice.
you see it in silence some curse we invented as cruel scientists. it
hurts to breathe. it kills to cry. to come to life we see chains. a gut ruined
a hearing aid bleeding or feelings on ice. so loose those days such need for
security while so shady it enrages. a wish upon a dandelion an emotion in webs,
while we fret the in-between. the house is full those people a bit empty as a
child wanders between persons. a glass broke. it was an antique. we smile
albeit furious. why was it out? why is he clumsy? how much shame we
ignore! I sparked a feeling they seem
important while inescapable. the years get longer. sullenness settles in
sensations. to want excitement, or anti-excitement, at some exchange for
souls. it gets lazy in time or it
pushes too hard while it seems manipulative. it looks for an entrance it begs
for allegiance, it has no problem controlling circumstances. it frets that way.
some need for controversy. it hates by nature. so intense, so bled-out, so much
confusion.
