Thursday, April 22, 2021

Always Looking At Skies

 

fragile morning miracle as a good flay to arise to a craving woman. necks in orbit characters vulnerable as to keep kindness. I’ve been losing pieces they become fragments, at much paining to become numb.     can’t guard sufficiently. can’t rehearse enough. nor protection from whirlwinds.     I show remorse in adoring clocks certain to evolve as one losing.     I keep a close distance. I expect failure. I try to believe in humans. some story in mind, as it plays on record while such fever comes between bodies. I see blackbirds or hear tropic birds or sit eating Fruit Loops. 

as to change by instances as too close to function with precious thoughts. was made to feel indescribable, or hexing alphabets, in a semi-coma. too religious to feel free too indebted to feel psychology as some agent promoting liberty. 

so soft into a diamond such language as intimate so quick to make a lasting decision. as souls made in ink or letters form sentences while we admired deep reflection. 

but gila-monsters or dinosaurs where many are wrestling genetics. such dispensation so uncured feelings while haunted from within; some sage as a great lake where hours are between islands. 

I felt abandoned to a ghost. I learned to function. so many vied against functionality. where a person knows, she knows with insight, the how to triggering your guts – those wavy crevices those mental caves, she has a key to a limited door path.  

nights sipping casually to hear Love utter her voice. trying to unwind or trying to read, when it comes to us, I must listen to my friend. 

            but a ghost at some angle adored in likeness. or a phantom so intimate we dine on memories. an inner dialogue a deeper person while ever so close to cliffs. every thought modified every perception clung to or ignoring what seems to be deliberate. 

            I see your spirit or I open my eyes I smell your essence. breath at necks or arriving a minute too soon or trying to make right, for partner is always available. 

I never defeat myself, but I practice defeating myself, at some strong insecurities. if but to charm self if but to ignore self, like people we tolerate. but needing intimacy or accountability so actualized as mere fliers. to soar higher or come to cosmos at arts attempting to define each other.           

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