drowning
in essence such winter’s eve at piano with mixed keys. those truth-bitten eyes
those treasured palms at galvanization to sing. sure blueness or teal green
aside terrible flustering. rebuilt at an ingress such swashing to shore as
abandoned to increasing screams. why would it be different? have we been in therapy?
if so, did we pass sitting in similarities? so much an ancient antenna so great
a wilderness too naked to claim vulnerability. stressors to get right too high
to feel good while too relational for commitment. some need as with a family
where silence reigns tremendous. if we cared or caressed ideals while one feels
so injured. a person becomes everything a system tends to crumble it seems we
wrestle something inherent. some property some cage something told we must war
against. I asked a question, I was sincere, where has monogamy come from;
moreover, is it an inner component, while some are making it by becoming
everything – every kink every scratch like permanent birds. so much distress so
acute where one never had something like that. to dream of escape or ever this
note while Love is at a saxophone. an interior phone, it keeps dialing, while
Love answered. a ghost of things a funeral of behaviors as so enthralled by
essence. something one doesn’t know is something one doesn’t want to know while
everything died when they met. a body like ancestors or dreams like Indians at
pure satisfaction.
