I’ve
looked at chasm so dear to anxiety or precious love for you. to die by aeipathy
rough consumption wars in grass over mountains screaming into deserts. I have
loved like fighting or aroused like sparrows so seated in some shrine. I have
held mental hands filled with voltage so sacred by ideas. too reasoned or too
euphoric where one isn’t looking for marriage. as holding his sheath as
designed in pleats such misery never sleeps. I have loved some mind-state as
facing dysphoria but proud to have feelings. a soul at mercy so mistook
surrounded by our needs. dark recesses mute emotion suffocated by measured
behavior. but I have loved opened doors or raging trombones over falling crates.
by mind into seas or flutes heavy a Native language such rioting to over-love
you. sorry to have changed spliced by academia, it was once simplicity with
pain. so relaxed by art those deceptively simple brown cries—or hills are
fraught by cheetahs and incense. beauty has fought to stay alive. and pain has
fought for transformation. to love our galaxy to rise into victory, we hope
jazz will come again. more math for fewer answers coming to realize our tables.
like wilderness to clarity or absence to location such push into a top flight.
to love with senses to ignore senses as to love by soul—those arcs as they
build on plots sure fierce repletion. as was passing through fields or eating
sugarcane at some adjacent memory. to have lived forever or refilmed opera such
fire in its essence.
