the lower
frequencies as alarming me what has occurred to me. too much to live too much
believing too much distraction. middle-heart-child or deliberate mind-key a
dear to my lonely aches. at a frequency sudden by a fantasy, by fever so feared
too vacant for me. born distressed. mother wouldn’t push. while I care for
another’s story. can’t return, it hurts to remember things we endure by
resilience. a movie in me as appalling in me but steadily on repeat. are you a
believer, well goodness in you, while many of us are cynical … by two to hate each
other … by two to loathe another’s reality … so convinced it works better, our convenience?
pain rebuilds it takes to avenues its longer than Pasadena—at an anvil or an
allergy while we strike out of streaming. too much hardwork afforded one hard
chore with addicts at discomfort; the rage in angst those pictures screaming
wild as undelivered; so many fights with color chasing while a little is too
much.
tooth by nail a bastard by birth
where Love comes from hierarchy; a decent person suddenly a wounded person as
trying to help a dying person. enough as sinking a sewer as existence but people
find delicacy in partiality. by moving forward but unsunk whispers at a cage
where dying seems premature.
lips’ part, sound comes out, it
often feels good to listen to you. by sunny glow or holy anxiety while we
decide upon each feeling. malaise intellect, it steadies its appearance, one
must delegate those emotions.
life becomes screendoors attentive
to dust disregarding mites.
days looking at purple feelings much
in royal stars while placing Love on higher ground. lower frequencies or
plaguing sounds where one just needs a ladder.
while bathwater drains one might see
a ring, he must clean it immediately.
