the trespass of
father, feeling like mud, too dark to be pure – or so light I must pass insofar
as I’m now human. seeds in seas or whales in bedrooms or tigers grinning. the
pain hurts into brains so much humility to feel like mud. it never crossed his
mind while offending integrity it was smooth and polished floors. so teleological
such ontology we wander cosmology – the fever in its frame never knew she was
adorable. what we show to people, it changes with other people, we pick an
identity to evolve. it rained a little. I sat with eyes open. they were mean
those memories.
dewdrop kitsch a
sickle for miseries or social, communal opera. glasses foggy. I need them
unclear. I need a castle. swoosh in morning light, a powerful woman while I must
seem bias. but God is feminine God is a woman, for it seems correct from a given
man. inner anchors splendid sin so dear to Transgression. too many rules have
ruled me. too many ideals belonging to others. a true academician is controlled
from within. maybe daylight. maybe benighted. maybe trekking a mid-ocean ridge.
I wobble to a door.
she looks while laughing. she welcomes me in. I thaw an emotion, I cook a
feeling, we’re wrapped so tightly it’s hard to envision – as anything
different, we need each other, we make life livable. I scorch passion I sear a
violin I plant a peach seed – near a sakura or running into apathy while
desiring aeipathy – so cursed as blessed, it meant goodness to be trampled like
shit, while adoring a woman from another culture – the sky pain the wounds
where expressing her meant endangering the author.
I might go into
storage if but to survive, for too much is swooshing through veins.
we nestled like
stoats we came like thunder it was confusing while she dressed. to spawn speech
to ask because I was losing, otherwise, it meant little. we deal with flesh.
flesh responds to flesh. we might become more than flesh. many capagen trees
sure insights into Malaysia such caustic memories. a dear miracle a dearer
friend while we live separated. I can’t give those elements nor secure those
promises while it never truly came to mind. much as stubborn skies or
ruminating feelings as fire would grant us one last tryst.
