Thursday, May 6, 2021

Sunflowers Over Fires

 

haven’t tried to unlove you. so gracious for our terrors. so provoked by our lack. as a concerned cub in a concerned land while writing gets difficult. I watched a smaller genius as sliding or skiing while we mean by metaphor. those tender reefs those garlands fettered such mice in those attics. more metaphor more reality more cages. as to sit in tension, like an ounce of sodium, sweating with a small head rush. so alerting to fairytales so confused by treasures while entering is often with perils; so much a creature too much a fount as created to exist like a queen. healing is often wrangling or extra souls are inconvenience, if we slowed our decisions. why have we danced, where it becomes, we chanced, such raw roses?

            haven’t tried to unlove you, so sweet to ask, so treasured for our agonies. a person was woofing over a dear love for a woman despised her intestines. it was smiles or damage such people are a little sidetracked. a man dislike strength, as intimate with weakness, like hell to reason with him. power given in excellence or pain slept on while lovemaking might occur early hours.

            have much unloved you. some person as inhuman. while it was told those secrets.

            it was novella or memoir or both. seasons between activities feelings made significant or souls too honest to renege. or so sad by slanting such a tear to fall where it took too long.

            a bizarre thought as it might scud at wonder concerning, it doesn’t matter.

            it’s a bit harder a bit more incision while we opt out on caring. so defensive so tactic some superficial/combative hurting. but some mean us good some mean us just for now, others try, for myriad reasons, to grip for longer periods. we will always meet better than—in a world producing better than—we might hold to our ideals.  

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