I keep
hope I keep credits I seduce a merit diplomacy. I stay honest fiending in some
direction while knowing I might be dishonest. not merely omission but
uncalculated such phantoms hovering about his countenance. so effaced at times
or erasing color while sensing color means a great deal. for example: each
culture has underlying truths, as to discredit them—is to reteach/structure
something already inveterate. however, the tides are tender or shores are
hectic or dancing is meant for couples. so sad to see as it entertained, she
drew pain in middle of the room. so seductive so miserable such a lover of
souls. too obvious our cravings our outstanding sorrows where being possessed
seems appropriate at times. but a soul lost to his horizon at guts to pavement
or intestines writing prose. so much a substitute where another is priority or
a song remains in a shell. so abandoned so crooked so honest—as pain was cake
or crust was sweet into a face of almonds. never again. some go crazy. but it
seems to defeat itself.
some riddle up
there. a bit of release up there. while many say, “He’s disappointed with
humans.” either that or this or some anxiety concerning what we’re able to
sustain. nevertheless, sweet disaster as coming into presence such abandon
while at love; a market of souls an agora of spirits, as coming to a
lake filled with prophecies. to blame hurts. to ignore hurts. to accept builds
a human. so captured by our demands, or running towards our wants, while
reality is interested in itself. so beautiful with her, so adored by her, while
it has become routine. indeed, so painful. we can’t hear it. but what becomes
of two meeting that way? in tears we love, we pander, we explore. (your body is
my soul. your art is my mind. I come to you pleading for our best days.)
