those
smush eyes such resurrection while a soul must forgive. I am wilderness or kiln
or ashes. such wood burning sweet crackling sounds so warm inside. assumed his
position, or passion was receptive, a flower growing through a nickel. legends
have died. we lost many. a generation is starving. tender outlines, a garnet
wine, a russet heartbeat. to have despised but loved where contradiction
becomes normal. “unfasten me. redeem me. never let go!” a palm of silt a rising octopus, how is an
elephant mid its sea? breathless gorgeous, to live with pangs, but
growths assaulting its body; brains for purchase, glass as metaphor, our souls
plummeted with fruits. so abused in tyranny. so many chasms. we never receive
love as imagined. the semblance gets close, trees are cutdown, our sylvan is
damn near empty. so many primates as un-decoded while partial evidence might
not cut it.
I sit in wondrous pains as
chemically stranded where I find joy. to know useless, trying to be gentle,
while moving in-for-out of actualities. we start as parrots, we become
education, if we soar into intuition. so beautiful asleep so alive when awake
so curious about life. a film in souls, a pain in essence, while love was
experiment. to flog internality to rehash an alphabet as creatures surging into
absence. a certain thump as communication while treasures seem askew.
I have negotiated. I see a
scarecrow. I wonder about crows. surefire alchemy, in a latter sense, or caiman
genes. to have lived in you to have survived with you, such fragmented acceptance.
an impulse paging, a rope upon emotion, a mind unthreading its noose.
by masquerade by repetition we
become happily unstimulated.
