ebbing seas, dynamite inheritance,
lonely gray skies. to rebuild earth, at some planet inside me talking with you.
a man will die, he will try harder, he will die again. sweet music sweeter
billows a falcon came to my anger. clad in empathies, one denies my crosses,
one has filled her mind with invisibility. not as existential, as more unseen
people, while countenance carries their auras. a bland man. a smart creature.
never more than invisibility. an asylum man made a career man made a cringing
man. we can’t say the length of days before reparations have come. we can’t
argue invisibility albeit we try sure into a dynasty of foxes. so great in
bodily so agile more adjustment where a lie has finally put chaos to sparkles.
another is essence a million in lessons so professed it feels like death-traps.
a man loses in nature what he gains in wisdom into certain smarter declines.
based on a true story, mazing
through grief, executed by social ostracism.
ebbing like lost or caging like
stranded by essence treasured for torture. the fount of the smile the craft of
the analyst if but it maneuvered his cranium. purple cloth by awkward reply
where they become what they loathe. a man shunning his ego, or a man embracing
his humility, or charm falling into a space it ferments.
too much to remain quiet too much
to undress silence while it’s never as it truly accounts.
a gunning keyboard a salivating
gland so trenchant when it came to destroying perception. too much riddle, not
enough clarity, insomuch as it felt good to remain watchful.
it took years the baby couldn’t cry
or imagine, having a child during WWII.
