terrible
wafting by feelings in categories like souls in purgatory. many trials many
revelations such sound in revolution.
bodies
detached from reason or essence detached from spirit such mesmerizing persistence.
if
love is gentle, I forfeit mentality I come back heart in hands; I remove a
harpoon I shed rain I become witness.
to
think of love without anxieties those arts you have so content with magic—as mystic
survivors so close to existence so pinched when it hurts.
I was
asking for prayers or walking to a pulpit I was passion, pain, with purpose.
such
tremendous portraits such redeemed puppets with angst mounting in winds. so
different as it evolves, musicality in penchants so aloof to ourselves; needing
to run needing mercy or coarse upon a state of openness. as souls or creatures
or specimens.
approved
of despite dislocation such surety in fleeting presence. as a soul unapproved
or slanting into existence at more flames or waters.
I was
with need to free some part of myself to express something I couldn’t see was
missing—while, nonetheless, there existed a chasm.
such
moving motion such dreams in fonts while glass cherubs sprinkle visibility—at nights
swooning or carriages to skies or fire rolling through space.
walls
shatter or true vision dispels discharm such ache into ambience.
to
fly like wizards or to knit leather or muse silken worms—with academic eyes or
screaming sincerity such minor habits. as if a Librarian as if a mystery or
economic use of kisses.
descended
from tribes or humpback whales where I was once a wolf. to live as if rawness
or to study until approved, at a love in its heart.
