the
company of souls so neat into fire. lifeblood communion or dialogue while a man
goes mad. to use language as acceptable to shiver such catalyst to flame or torture
or diamonds. moving through fields such force such casualties. to have crossed
faces such into thunder as light caused a fetus to kick. the baby leaped at
your voice those candles in brains they lit like smoked logs. so tender into
our end so cured those final hours while vigil was a half month. a mother with
child a father excited a daughter with glee. so afforded one destiny while many
cheat lives, or so devastated it makes sense. such heart-hearths by wire wars
into frequencies. aside a snapdragon a palm of petals, a glass of merlot … near
a castle beneath a lacewing such remorse for substitutions. as never it could
as it would if born their perfection; or never a dent if clairvoyant as seated
in a cocoon. so pure as human so disastrous as angel where we have no choice.
days into woods afore a dingy
coppice along lines leading to our frontier. it becomes private. we try our
best. while watching seems to disagree – with ropes or caves or some silly
miscommunication. to ask for solid skies or impermanent warmth at a furnace
burning coals. the train sails the ship flies those peaches are not mine. as a
fueled person, so much to deal, while most are without ingredients. to have
what many want or to have but a fraction, while aloneness, for most, is
terrifying. those bushes those shrubberies they bear witness.
delicate beliefs for delicate
situations while nothing was delicate. the hinge is loose, the chimney is smoky,
the garbage disposal is crammed. nowhere to deliberate. the garden disappeared.
the hospice is filled. indeed, the monks are rabid, those priests have retired,
most everything is out of reach. so painful such gray fog where two are clear,
but everything is hurting.
