let
the dance be fire the flame passion those deep blue greens. such sandstone
wings as apt to fly while wrestling lately. over winerock under conclusions
such rich forgiveness. upon a pendant so secluded as if we know beauty. a man
dies to screams or becomes unstable so wild inside. if Love asked if only Love
tried but resentment is parted by death. by birth to have rites to passage like
fiending so bled dry. a last garment a first distinction as proud to live icy.
no more it craves while it suffers in memories of a ghost. too many scruples
too much depression too much trying to please strangers; if but so normal if
but so brave as inclined to sip a margarita. such Spanish with pride, such
Africa with rules such essence as streaming cosmos. no less than perfection too
many fail while our scruples remain skeptical. afar in the distance a man
carves a piccolo for a queen visiting in the morning. so kinetic at heights so
electric at loving so addictive as unwanted. too great our fatigue so abased in
hells or too happy to seem authentic. a specialized woman a keep-home-woman
with kids filled with naivety. jaguar eyes deeper futility at triple flame.
naked fens as swashing winds at memories unaware of origin. ghost bent webs or
spidery messages while Love has run across nations. our last soul rummages
freedom so much eagerness.
they marched into war color seeming
its issue while it concerned unity. to meddle or manage to feel major as
critical creatures aborted. so cheerful over pains while disguised in faces to
find with hope one dream. as we challenge tradition it comes with anguish, we
ignore so much to pride our façades. born beautiful a lithe crystal as never
realized. pure sophistry so sullen so seductive. to hear many angels as
presumed a soul if but to feel loved forever.
