the collaboration will be awesome,
exhilarating, an edifice of pride. so little time, we need excerpts, maybe 15
to 20 pages from memoirs or novellas, or 15 hard-hitting poems. something bordering
on romance, love two shared, where souls relish in tasting each other. too
dangerous or most exploratory or more of what we never utter. aside a song sits
a saxophone. aside feelings sit intimacy. it’s mused upon, much silent night,
how close two shall become? counting irritations, vying for control, demanding accountability.
writing to break freedom, at sunrise asking questions, near a shrine fretting
holy dimensions. one is serenity, sadness, cogent, a few scars – like trials or
penchants, at leniencies for humanness. pure anguish at terrors entering into
chambers – soft angelica or raw leviathan, it hurts, we need aggression;
misconstrued as passion, else passion is aggression, or aggression is passion –
miles into debates, floored into meta-attics, fevered enough to agitate
regrets. as grabbed in silence, gripped, losing light, through portals as
ultimate flame – a corralled soul a chamber soul at penalties in self those deplorable
highs. a distinctive narrative might
when her anxieties – her to glories. (much
sodden in marrow many facets in dialogues much texture in resisting resistance.
like a symbol of mourning, those eyes screaming, we engage, regretful, where we
continue to engage. a feeling left undone. or a brain unable to take a hard
stance. whereat, a soul is unraveled, harmed by its remedy.) it’ll be a soulquake. it will happen with
little notice. we’ll receive what we’ve planted. we’ll retrieve love where love
is sewn. we’ll retrieve rain where rain was sickled. and we’ll retrieve anxiety
where angst was made its seed. (there
isn’t a way around it. we’ll receive what was given, plus, more we’ve
difficulty accepting.)
