the routine is its music, as we
know each other, where treasure is identified. so subtle our clearance so
fragile our alarms the clocks keep ticking. to know a weakness or to strengthen
a wire so overinformed. winds between persons, triumph in delicacies, or
silence, knowing perfection, so much a trapdoor. floating, waning, reborn, or
suffering our consistency. magic becomes frightening. drums are subtle. it was
nice to be confirmed. dearest trappings or walking into sunshine or deliberate
against the tides. sea elephants, rooms with messages or smiles through
windows. a man sees himself, either sad or satisfied, where many debate our
worth.
tambourines and
drums into healings into nationality.
angles disrupt. focus is
distracted. it must feel good at times. by value of the dragon. by skies of the
falcon. a soul sits losing reach. (it wasn’t there, this becomes derangement,
in an estranged environment. it never said those things. it never asked
permission. it seems the sun must go down. pure feelings a sudden shift where
another looks like magic. by fragile earth by robust moon into a sudden
release.) warring or passive or control or illusion where pride might bring us
low. connected disconnection … so great a world I can’t enter … so sweet to know
influence. memories in passion frets in music a minute to see horizons.
I couldn’t put
time into airs or cheer in distress or become as influential.
a building is rolling a feeling of
dear unity where a man is an outsider. his plight is irrelevant. his
rationality is with question. he must see what we give him to see. title
becomes validation. stereo is by files. deliverance becomes succeeding. the
myth of the good person, he dies, he loses his goodness. a rowdy man, a dear
man, he never tells the other – he never wages a complaint.
