it has life at peaks so arranged to
live by roots needing more extremes. it was sick simplicity so dear so hurtful
how to achieve peace! you desire roses or flames at a nearby firehouse. it went
its course it accomplished its language it belongs to deception. a person will
dissemble as hiding feelings so close such a bridge to displease one’s fate. so
much jealousy, most are unaware – this makes them more dangerous. fuscous
feelings or feral famine at furious fragments; if dying is living, or sinning
is justice, while power makes us weak. trance-fire a furnace fleshed-out or
tragic terrors. where beauty was insanity or billiards isn’t enough, at a sea
counting billows. upon a nemesia aside a wreck too much unfamiliar voltage. one
might disappear while sounds are squeaking sure anguish in art. so touched by
rain so influenced by religion with spasms growing higher.
I got close enough to fall
backwards – telling secrets or hells like havens such pain to know you. so
immaterial or a mental poltergeist at numen incapacities – or so reframed so
restarted so much mud in mansions. a record on replay, a living room filled
with pistols a person looking for a missing legacy. limerence is low we don’t
sing those songs, with closets falling from skies. too much disrepute so
mandated, or so easy to frustrate. so high, it all means goodness, while
reality is a loud hyena; how has it happened – what came first – was it funny
mentioning me?
I’ve no place in me. it’s been
drained. I get flustered and laugh. the violence of salt those sugary texts, it
must feel good – those hated characteristics, to fret instability, to want
without giving.
upon a seabird like flashing into
thunder an instant into uttering a lie; an hour to debate a fret in horrors
with relations seeming so private. a song in a parrot or Naidu in a mystic,
while they had sweet mythical romance.
many mindwaves many braincaves too
much in the news. a bleeding inclination a dear nihilation while over yonder a
man is telling where to strike him at. sour but syrup, hyssop but dry, so many
smiles when others suffer – a real conundrum.
