the spaces the
agony I’m sorry for using an article. by blades or teal grass at jasper
sunrise. a bleeding/breeding man, a military mind, by war in these parts. the
noose is a sign it’s disgusting but many live by that symbol. it was over too
long ago it came to life most recently it has lingered in shadows. I can’t walk
certain spaces, you might endure a million, as lethal into a cut but loved. so
much to die or too critical to live with kids begging to be grown. after souls
comes dimensions or to come back unaware of the last journey. if but to unlock
if but to realize as souls regurgitated. too many fights, Love, or too steady,
Love, while angst kills in valleys like our private thoughts. we see cartoons
we see a carnival but partner didn’t mean what was suspected. sure defensive as
without reason but convinced it looks like begging. things we sell or thoughts
we harvest where no one knows what we’re alert for; never-you-mind, or ever you
sing, while this man sides with mystics—not some gimmick, or some magical
elitism, but more communication via states of consciousness. I was angered
inside, but I was bad karma inside where serenity was challenged inside. by
heart to feel a presence by heart to become aware as souls longing, nay,
adoring an experience. it was crazy. but I knew to say nothing. it appeared in
me—lights flushing or watts blinking, at currencies meant to muse. an
underworld an underdog as I sat near a tree filled with sap.
what was our
agreement? I stuck to it. I usually do. I lost a daughter, a precious person, I
see in her the legacy of lesbians. an aria in g-minor or a feeling in flatness
while wild over the way you ignite me. a fool with laundry a mistake I’ve
supported where Love didn’t deserve my smartass antics. so much exploding much
a gut while running to you is appropriate. lines never crossed a humble manic a
man looking into skyglass.
