Thursday, July 15, 2021

Ocean Earth

 

sugarplum roots cedar scars in sylvans laughing. a ghost in us sweet connectivity, we make a crime of lying existence. so backwards so much brick flame, so much falderal. a pamphlet for us a design to live to surrender into so great its rain. like missiles to Mars, or brains on Neptune, to imagine certain terrestrial mysticism.  

 

more compassion in you. more human nature. it’s peculiar to be compelled—not a decision, not a compromise, more tugging to shower you—with love and angst pure radiant anxiety. rain must come, by existence by challenge, to see a woman unveil for another.

 

some are coerced inside—to adore like persistence—like bears are instinctual.

 

souls show neatness

like dying for pain, magic

is fruit, damages in rites—so

incomplete with someone.

 

more insistence, to tell why she’s perfect, to suggest we die, to lose, to let go, it’s disappointment without you.

 

over cherries upon a state of mind, too sore to watch you with another; so much passion, so much fire, like a furnace consuming intestine(s)—pure combustion.

 

ambiguous kisses inside dynamite planets much a promise to exhaust inwards—as petitioning rain, lodging a complaint, so indebted to you.

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...