Friday, June 18, 2021

Man Loses His Might

 

the pride of dying or so loved it aches with spirals so charismatic. the voice in you as it reaches me, my soul screaming its disasters. so exact too much for faint of heart so many begging for closure. too much pain we grow into elastic in a world pleading for asphalt – rough static electric shocks so near to losing sanity. snakeskin monument steady in series a novel as we live more – great dissatisfaction or a second with gods as sleepy many resting at the helm. so natural nibbling an apricot in a fitted blouse so much a woman – too many allergies, a man begging, raw fire rawer characteristics; tailored communion so heated over water steam flowing into canals – maybe too independent, maybe too familiar, while nothing is newer than chemistry.

 

I need to become. life has grayness. we find patience in understanding.

 

an hour of music, listening to myself, confused by you. as feeling life, or fretting dislocation at a subtle whisper. the pain of the crucible, the gas of the terror, the beauty of the ache. just getting it out, but it never changes, it’s true, we must contact ourselves.

 

one will argue for sacredity while untrustworthy in a world siding by few ingredients.

 

but a gifted woman, a man needs her, a man loses his might.                    

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