into
soft anxiety so much panic or wellness trekking mountains. the landscape is for
healing those feathers are devastation so tickled to be there. trying to go to
a place so under our world where voices might arise. thinning blood or taking
stimulants or plain too much coffee. to have slighted while I feel you in
absence, I claim my mistakes; but so complicated such a dam where most are on
your side. that mean man as he shifts in darkness so much molten agreements. I was
skeptical on your past I live in a glasshouse where irony is plain
contradiction. a haughty mentality a woman he couldn’t conquer a tale where it
hurts you. but leave me to myself. I will soar eventually. while concerned
about adverbs. the pantomime is wounded or those phantoms are desirous, for
most need a corporeal body – such carnivalesque angst, so many harlequins,
where a laughing soul is a dying soul. I feel alienated – from essence or life –
I can’t get passed your nature. it hurts to hear it damages to see, for so many
adore you. so, we write it off, but it compels, for we know many are without
senses. to want where pain is beautiful. or to sing our last intrigue. so many
compartments we can’t share.
a gibbon with grapes as so deterred as
by a gift we see invisibility. so many mystics so many a bit unvetted where we
wonder about thoughts. if to adore at face value, how do we account for the
rain? if I hold you like life is dying – why would you go astray? humans are
hungry. we need experience. such a short segment might trigger eternal flame.
watching leaf cutters, thinking on your fever, as realizing it wasn’t meant in
dimensions. such mold or slime while we need to believe in good people. those
with eyes as seeing blindness but uneager to take advantage – protecting innocence
or laughing with a child while needing excellence – the call of a human those
beauties in pain such surrender in order to understand.
I was attracted but it died while we
need empathy. brains filled with stems or so far in we must pull back. too
uncomfortable, but it was intended, while feelings are guided. to need sight to
want essence if but to excuse every misfitting diamond.
