under
a holy halo or designed with anger such curious fire. some alienation is sung
some sentences undergo surgery as winds seep into homes. so close or even
closer to nihilism. to think in certain terms, to know with uncertainty
that, each postulate speaks its paradox. a gallon of insecurity a measure of
insanity while I never congratulated you: out of violence or contempt of jealousy.
but I never said opposite of what was felt or spoke encouragement when desired.
a link of keychains some mystic monster, or I can’t see you winning. maybe life
is gorgeous, or for you it seems easier, or such talent shouldn’t belong to
you. I never acted pious nor polite instead I showed uneasiness. such miracle
minds, as displaying an artifact, some require left alone. so profitless or it
benefits to withdraw, while it hurts to see sheer omniscience: its faculties its
ontology its vacuum. the soul is a radio such glory belongs to diligence such
women date rich men. maybe too detached as letting go or cleaving to the next
vapor. a can of firewater, a relaxed tension, while becoming friends seemed
unclassified. older laws or rules if one doesn’t cleave such is treated with
disdain.
I
rethink or ask if flame flickers like fury?
the
leisure of passion, how it meanders, or cushions while undiluted. isn’t that
the chase, as for those unadulterated promises, those moments we know it was
full occupation? before you knew in me a tendency to isolate such wisping or
whisking announced as some anomaly.
I
search Mary, Guadalupe or Science. I cleave Jesus, Yahweh or Elijah.
some
fallen memory so much appreciation as to admit things are now gray. one would
take from you – that thing in balance – if to leave you with empty space.
someone
is beautiful. I would watch and sing. I was eleven.
I
see now a different reality a different capacity or bumping into old friends.
our surprise is alarming our chats are looming, we really need some silence.
like
a god-song or a demon-memorial, if but to come to grips. such itchy feelings
while at skin, or sinews with ingredients; an uncooked emotion a fret to see
you or to meet while Love was pregnant.
