with
stressors or cathartic pressure as tides come to shore. streaming as touched or
warm inside like coastal islands. it was a poem struck mind or lights as
crucial at stopping halts. by measures first or foremost weather whether seas divorce
us or skies betray our humanity. longer walks into mossy mountains or treasures
in woods. as haunted by faces so estranged from interior as treading lines made
of fantasies. dear in duress at neat functionality where bases seem occupied.
by common sentence if given its realism while a mind suggests its memories.
some deeper portal some type of alien inside while we surmise it’s us inside or
spirits gliding. as spiraling souls forever split from reality too metaphysic
or too daunting a task. if answers were singular hell would be wingspan at
sulfur inside. but answers are postmodern as filled with hypotheticals such
reason to scream inside.
winds are neater
by chance in our souls as rushing billows come to silence. a touch made
caressing or a feeling as secure or uncertain certainty. hearts restitched at
one type of balance sweet nectar in nectarines. by search to locate interior by
breadth to find width by essence to discover something immaterial.
night has become
itself. lenses are unwiped. details remain zipped. but softer into discussion
as power might enter, we divulge our rubies.
