… maybe carbon in fossils or helium in clouds such photographs of essence …. maybe I can’t say much, or maybe we can’t listen, while humans hurt. maybe too sad to travel, maybe too many ingesting nitrogen, maybe many souls dislike design. maybe it’s teleological or cosmology while hampered by skepticism. maybe titles are indulgence, or seeing beyond is intrusive, or locks require compassionate combinations. music in rain such winds in hot weather a bit humid; surrounded by energies so direct as flying we wonder what’s missing. a mind-engine a spirit-transmission or a bedplate soul. (so little to call concrete, we manage as warriors, a tale defensive a beat determined. fire into undergrowth or flame into underbrush while lately it changes. a feeling as detached where someone breaks through as hours are debating what took place. a little girl plucks her eyebrows, no one is honest, but obviously there is trauma. a young boy slits his wrists, mother/father are amazed, it’s a cry for help! indeed, a man is erupting into outburst, he undergoes deep intolerance, plus, listening is rejected. a dear conundrum, a fatalist example, repeating the same situations, the same rebuttals, the same rages.) we need air-potassium or intellectual hydrogen in a whisky instance. years run on by. souls are raising children, sailing dreams, or skating priorities; a feeling in its motion, a soul filled with calcium, a cactus proud to have a daughter. such mythical beliefs, such self-elevation, while habits are made for repeating, or discharging. so hectic the nights so much in a wish while needing one is vulnerability. dewdrop eyes a jejune nature an experienced spirit tries to protect her. so pulled in with little to understand, but humans surf or ski or daydream. maybe a little champagne, maybe punished, as in being too evolved; so much an actor so great a debater while too concerned to play laissez faire.
the jazz is sweetest taboo. the arc belongs to its author. it becomes accidental. an antidote for existence a cool disposition for uneasiness a bright jasmine moon. violet lilacs or orange daffodils or seeming here before; those gestures those responses while categorized as filth. a sodden soul too heavy to sense so attuned to deflecting. an inner faucet pouring into sorrow while a woman is smiling her lecture. such texture in souls such a moment so subtle as to announce concern. bullets into compassion a scared soul is a defensive soul or a fearing soul is a nonchalant soul. we control others. we misguide others. but it helps if we control souls. such a song as long into birds, while it is dismissed. a dizzy hummingbird a feral cat such a leap as barely missing.
a symbol of happiness or a mournful morning while yogis are running a rapid race. our first covenant our last wish while loving souls has become troublesome. we opera romance so enthralled while keeping interest poses a challenge. but whole creatures in a whole picture—what would it look like? such an appetite where two are friends while captive by our chains. a resentful fret in a resentful farm while galloping to get freedom. sour angst or precipice over a cliff while standing below is the one I erased.
pure
irrigation a raining cascade such delicious breadnut.
