it’ll be newness,
the alpha of dreams, the omega of innocence. it’ll be spirit in
flames, apples exacerbated, nectarines sliced during discussion. I have sought
what I can’t keep, I have screams coming out of screams; I just keep screaming,
vases shatter, glass embeds in carpet. maybe seconds to encounter. maybe focus
is pluvial. maybe most of us are unstable. I fret I know you; I fret its
intimate dusk; I fret you’ve cemented me in a corner—and despite facts, those
private assurances, you will not let me breathe. over into skies, sorting through
sediments, it’s a tear too steep—the mother as father, the sister as mother,
aside the gentleness we make: thirsty for deeper concerns, appalled by deeper
intimacy, observing our responsibility—to humans, existence, sentimentalities. I
never try to get in. it seems alarming. nonchalance? maybe fear. much more
compassion for naturality. it requires deliberateness, mastery is practice, it
becomes offsetting.
miles until
finished, some presumption, a person might be good, we might entertain,
nonetheless, we avoid too much intimacy; an inside locket, holds an ideal,
making us vulnerable; deeper debates, dear dilemmas, dangerous delays; as
accustomed to a fast pace, needing closure, wrestling, grappling, distressed by
habits.
upon an aster, myrrh
wafting, souls scudding through interior; to measure you, to remember the
mocking, to master the disaster—of life at perils, of signs so loud, of the
mirror denying me access. as numen souls, tyrant overlords, dispelling many
insecurities; a riddle as it chimes, no one characteristic describes souls,
as mini monsters,
dispensing compassion, many quirks into nightmares. as a marvelous lover, a
keen courage, most can’t handle it—the frenzy of the art, those black-brown
stables, the fierce lullaby of the conjurer. running into you, born to
encourage you, so affectionate, so gifted, I must run faster from you.
the purest of
denials. a soul needing what it can’t carry—something unable to sustain consistency.
cinnamon with brown sugar, aches in joints, lethargy from sadness. sure mercy
to stay, eager to avail, most tolerant of friends. at some lever, plumb into
darkness, passion made insatiable, quite rabid about possessions.
