so
wrapped in diamonds or set close in a teepee or at an orchard. those caves plumb
inside, I needed them, if but to open. sparrows soar as sacred silence while
sex is succession. wild-wild country. sullen sick cities. so charged with
kindness. a fever in France such casual courage or better, such unconditioned
conditioning. so much wilderness afar into a man’s mind, such emotion becomes a
sylvan. thousands of ropes, a million knots, and so be it!
sure into mystic animals such
unrealized humans as born amongst flora. a region of politeness, or a feeling
resisting smiles – the way we pass each other. where satire hides pain or wits
are for escaping with so narrow a whit to move.
we see it returning. we have
different views. so we punish forbidden behavior.
but more to art, like Byzantine
portraits, or souls abiding by their set regiments – as curling into a wad or
webbed in gossamer or watching silkworms. so much casual courage, relistening
to Whitley, too much to ignore!
more fantoccini in spirits, as referring
to marionettes, while one would say, “Just use puppeteer!” something to it, I suppose,
but we dance according to streams – we poetic as decoding where we unlock
cosmic learning. such blocks so rich in relation, while many lost lives at
railways. no connection. or maybe it says something. or maybe you and I are
quite critical.
the levy fractured, or broke, or
most felt abandoned. we ask, with due respect, “How much more?”
gut-fauna or wild canines while some
have captured dingoes.
it surprises me it speaks to me
where some are wiser than me. a novel newcomer a novelty anima or an edifice
built on faith. most are angered by that, they condemn that, they contemn souls
– for life is made simple, where we know it as complex, while too much
blindness disregards the work ahead. I agree. I need to see. I mustn’t get lost
in passivity – but I’ll ask one question: In human dynamics, how much can one
do legally, without consequence, in our huge box?
