it
comes like a dream, a prehistoric genetic, what’s tentatively denoted as a
feature. scattered/memorable screams, over or many at essence, so gathered so
cleansed so distraught. some see clearly others see through desire some are
caving, looking tender, appointed to more screams. the daughter’s battle, the
father’s agony, for we need to fix what stands aloof. a good day a floating
blade of grass, a palm catching herself, a miracle to adore like a sunny night.
so casual so polite, so mean so irresistible, while some need total
reclusiveness – those heart feathers those leaves our yard on a tree so ancient
it becomes treasured. such chief sensations, as filled calligraphy into alps
fretting iciness. we’ll be agitated. while we know our behaviors. we’ll never
be so clear as realization. so many dispositions our prejudgments our genetic
interrogation.
dry skin or roomy anguish such
sorrow at a settee. or good joy a testimony of absence while it asserts and
disclaims itself. “I love you, is like, I could not love you.” a bit of
disbelief, where understanding is separated, while one asserts a rabidness – as
also claiming an anti-rabidness. such a quartet, those parts, the written
legacy!
many aren’t interested – in semantics,
truths, or reaching beyond their preferences. or some are wrapped in exercise,
or prayed into a frenzy, while a contour speaks a knitted window. we don’t go for that. we wouldn’t never be
like that. as spoken, it comes to trials like that.
so adrift as pondering sensuality a
treasured galaxy. a flute late evening, a lute aside a piano, a gallery of art.
so much a harp as pleading for understanding while one says, “Can’t you forgive
me?” or to know a weakness, as one irrefutable, where it’s too incorrigible to
scratch-out. so inexplicable so much a damaged edifice while sweet into a few
feelings. we wrestle at times. not with loving, but in examining why we
shouldn’t be willing. a compartment in composure to comport as behaved such
beauty in consistency. a valley of stoics at steep sacrifices or courting
Athena – an art in Sirach a cavity in skies such neatly trimmed exospheres. to
die with you or living good with you our alibis always with precision.
but a dream a fly trap a firefly –
at tales flipping coins or pitching quarters.
