I would
need you as in some trance it was quite unreasonable. I would abate soul in
harness of spirit but nothing was booming. I was underdeveloped or arrested by
ideals at fate’s gates. the sheer terror if ever to love insomuch as ever to
die. true indecisiveness as an animal faced by intruders or a lone lion faced
by nine hyenas. bites to his back fangs dripping saliva or sudden to escape,
running vehemently. sure poison in me or sheer extraterrestrial fire something
we’ve not decoded. but the fear of it as it must be detoured, we know it has
thought patterns: certain irritability, uncertain controlling vices, or a medallion
seated in sullenness; as to erupt into its being or to multiply images a
countenance blue, weary, and attractive.
we might if it were illegal where an
interior heist has become mobile. I would to know myself, if interlocked caving
into sentimentality as a soul uncaged singing its birdsong. much in flame aside
a hut with Zen Buddhists drawing little whispers.
I swallowed a camel. I badgered a
gnat. but I forgot to chastise myself. I was snared from within, it protruded
its substance, it was found in my actions, my memories, my face. it decided
tastebuds it sought poly-adventures it suddenly disappeared—leaving an offshoot
of its personality. I was grogged inside sure powerful influence I wrestled
like encoded sutras. I was left with an attachment an aid or better to the
point, something to teach, something to mentor.
but I would if it meant joy for
happiness becomes an eternal chase—as reopened or closed without permission or
a.m. silence listening to thoughts. a morning greeting trying dearly, but it
aches to sense you; to know your island to see so many soldiers as they guard
something reborn to loneliness. or it strikes as happiness, it pushes behavior,
it tampers then with its whisk.
