the
dynamic of souls or penchants into energies or life-vacuums. such power in a
person such dice to bend at thoughts clearly futuristic. a cave in its mind or
electrons in fireballs so angelized into perception. over anguish in a dynasty
too fluidly beautiful.
we need more fire such dark deserts
as souls slumped into dependence. too much by walls too sincere to danger as a
creature we might understand. such excellence sure into a typhoon if but one
more second!
the debt of the cyclone the
avalanche of the phoenix such numen appetites. to wonder a clear fact, to those
with more thought, to those with more sorrow.
by moonbird or mocking-tiger, so
pearl in antiquity—to sit closeness as arriving early such patience in eyes
screaming details. it was a countenance. I thought she was in pain. I know now
she handles her agonies.
so curt at once, so baffled at
twice, while it has been clear deception.
I could never love you, not as an
intimate creature, looking at all those casualties.
it was admiration without full
thought into the monsters the genius becomes.
early at practice, so cold in the
city, jogging many miles. to sense a tail in a lion where moves become calculated.
looking at myself, running faster, I must maneuver. the dream is hectic the
ladder is sudden I sat next to a violin. I knew how to play I knew how to piano
it was hell into awakening.
you were a miracle to souls needing
forgiveness in a time needing a savior. people were dying of leprosy women were
dying of harlotry while we sense something familiar. belief was like candy or
magicians were like gods or gathering was like living. so cursed at a tree so despised
as a seer where blood is drained from its carcass. but first to touch holiness
but last to believe while holes seem the religion.
I haven’t an aim. I haven’t an agenda.
as one sentenced to repeat what killed a soul.
