the
gallon was gone those arts were amusing thus pain is alphabetical. I wake up
early such softness in devotion sure-framed experience. so realistic inside
such frost inside a soul as a contrarian. an axiom for Love such strain for Beloved
at a component striking its disappointments. such shapeless metaphysics such
rootless discontent where one is hell-strung. houses burning or debate fierce
such rawness in front of kids. so much wonder as to where it originated while
we just shattered reflection. born to wreckage as in itself where we wonder what
others are fighting against: more money, more materialistic items, why so sick
over a peon? eating seagrass or
wiggling harshly at some point it becomes obvious—a man was forced into
humility!
it
was wider rooms a body meshed like monsters an attitude where we owe essence. a
soul has been wrung or repainted as left for dead. no one was listening it was
sure independence until a softer, unprepared, innocent soul asked for his
resume. those miles in Indonesia those cuffs in alcohol or pills meant for
professionals. so medicinal so disliked while it becomes numb horizons.
a storage of
sawdust a farmhouse of alienation with an image made existential. nicknamed Sisyphus
or reclaiming dignity while most have sunk into a minefield; bright brimming
lights some experience with much to suggest about lonely suffering. a den of
hyenas such radical laughing with teeth aching for fluoride. some ebbing debt,
or because I’m here, thus, kiss more of those regions. we don’t earn it anymore. we have no
respect for that. it’s simply because of title or status.
a raven sunk into
a smokestack a phoenix just left by sunbird as leaping into havocs. sheer abuse
with nothing to say, plus, unapologetic.
