Pandya
(P): the fields speak like cadence or rhythm where death is found remedy.
people are dying to exist or to live or to eat. we feel special as humbled by
lights or shadows or suspension. I have loved our company our depression our
lovemaking to get us through.
Joshua
(J): adoring you was made easy, enduring you was made excellence. but times so
low where beetles commit self-death or snakes hiss away, it was pain as in
grinders as in a symbolic butterfly.
P:
if you complain I’ll be hurt. if you take to silence, I’ll be suspicious. if
you suffer with me, you’ll be first forever.
J: I
want total exclusivity total desperation where it seems misery is susceptible. I
must watch you, as some guardian, for sweetness makes you receptive.
P:
and those agonies as paid salary it is deep titillating sensation.
J: I
will destroy time as absorbed as timeless if but to share our iron codes. to
hold peace to cringe distance as seeing you kills to walk yonder. sawdust
falling guffaws muffled so dear into something without remedy.
P:
we have the same voice, the burning meter, they will argue against our
breathing they are made to find fault.
J: I
damn existence. as all I see is you. the fields follow our empty fullness.
P:
you were sugar in anguish or puddling to a seedling at lengths to understand
something killing its existence. as absurd creatures breaking free in feelings
so cut and destroyed so brought back by width of soul by depth of pelvis.
J:
what have we done! like men and women so selfish so absorbed so natural. what
is normal! those wrangling whispers those tiers in tyranny those piers so often
visited by different lovers. as sameness of entrée by aesthetic remembrance as
two might come to something too incredible to articulate. I have need of you as
before finding you while you sat so close it was miracle to gnaw you.
P:
gnats are about us such pestering insects they speak of detriment or cause of
headstorms so gracious you would bless our meter. to have child with you to
sing glory as it dies with us upon a brick watching cars drive by.
J:
so hurt to have loved but so found to have loved while we vie for such remoting
stabilizing uncertain love.
P:
you say things they anger me so-what such freedom becomes prison.
J: I’d
never with intension as something so gallant where we fly like thieves filled
with viciousness. the ante is shared those clubs are so obvious I say in hope
of refuting inevitability.
P:
let us side with pressure, as love is execution, save it be located with
restraints.
J: let
us value torture, let us seize whispers, save we become normal.
P:
for cacti are talking they see us jogging those desert eyes are at panic.
J:
but it hurts to see each other, as in depleted/filled souls, while
contradiction doesn’t fault us.
