the
wrinkles in fire as trying to unlove you in such a way I need you. like a
cactus in its storm or dust piling high where humans become filmmakers. sure
flame into dusk as skies flood hemispheres. beneath a polygraph as pledging
love so alive in despair. but raw interior but monster instincts where two are
controlling inevitability. so smothered by fantasies so indebted without
reasoning while a person has virtually done nothing. so measured so intimate
while life just floats between friends. by matrix into fury while we need to
own you—as for comfort as for dance while existence is so uncertain. to imagine
love is different than to experience love while I need of you as incredibility.
so unedited, thus, raw, as trying to gain courage to ask for forever. a
sentimental soul, where it reigns untrue, by notion to disbelieve in feelings.
but a blackstory in a blackpond in a city of blackfolks. so much freedom while
given to persist in a land misperceiving its inhabitants.
some tigersnake alongside
crystalcores it behooves to walk away.
I try to fathom if disappearing what’s
required to adore you. as timing is unhappy where it doesn’t matter, for others
always survive a dream they sold. so casual at panic while interior is set
aflame—those conscience decisions where ethics probe, but only a mind in its
exposition; those meditated arts such ruing in essence such lack of definitive;
so sullen inside a sickroom with measures too aloof; if but to relate if but
eternity while so interested in soulfire.
I tried to edit you. like a newcomer
to an established project. I tried to think as you, where I summons the best of
you, but you might not want to give that. I tried to in-watt you like fever
coming back, but there’s a secret in you. I walk to amusements or reminisce on
museums, as far too ill-equipped to keep you. it requires assistance, it
requires deep help, or a person just sits waiting to be entertained. earlobes
churn as burning gently such fuel to an imagination.
I have pined inside for
inevitability like meeting in perfect ambience. such strobe lights or eyes
glistening such a spark as a glint. brains made of promises or decisions made
by intentions where one says something speaking a different river. as gutted
souls in gutted aches so much to a gutted invisibility.
