Friday, April 30, 2021

Eating Sugar Water

 

I song into a dungeon I eat wires I feel like adjusted—into disparaging self as so derelict or some shelter with souls harvesting, scavenging, or ruining something intangible. mighty into a storm, absolved in facts, so much to feel myself. a flat machine or hyper or sad—those cadent spirals those silken webs, I’ve been on hiatus for some grime. so addicted to losing you so found in winning you while I wonder if essence is more important. our brains making connections our thighs sweating while I needed someone to believe in; those days were ripe the fillings were suitable at some market for spirits. I abandoned us I repicked us I rethought us—like deep problems as we can’t escape with miracles seeming to involve us. lakes are filthy but ducks or swans land for suffrage. rights to earnings or antiquity to mourning such antebellum ideals. how in hell Jim Crow with pain rushing to imagine what ethnicity is up against walls—but we let go we soar with lyrics we dine on riches. as meant to love you where I couldn’t love self, you preferred my lies—as dynasty driven such sophistication while harboring a sexual liaison. so much it hurts. I became pragmatic. I offered an open relationship. instead of dying like a child begging for one to ignore her actions; such rhythm in us such acceptance for weakness where no one understands. by dooms or electrons a soul has vacancies; by root into diamonds it cuts to haven you. if miracles we evoke if energy we seize, but a moment in a faceless chime. I was want for her allergy her distinguished pain as some creature becoming human. I projected kindness. I projected great love sessions. and I projected she would come to me first. such bleeding in turmoil such days at graces where you understood enough to wash miseries asunder.     

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