Saturday, August 14, 2021

Hearth Heart

 

most is staged, like passion in its adversary, like so distant we need each other—certain to croak, at a given moment, with children can’t feel the loss. into a machine, a person, I see him in my mirror. at a myrtle tree aside a cypress bee, into a haven no one may enter. so distant so alone, it becomes ghosts—a creeping mind, a wild synaptic gap, a crazier phantom box. to adore hearing you, but removed from loving you, a soul mustn’t cross territories. I know mistakes, like crazed in a cave, a mind-fire raging through a city. too beautiful to die, dying, nonetheless, if one second to gaze so steeply it mates with spirit. to admire a power force, to burn the barn, to rebuild a farmhouse—right in her eyes right in her soul with hell chasing our fragments. a cup of passion, a vat of forgiveness, we come to a space every few months. as seated with a person, trying to conceal a person, with a person becoming invasive. to see what he missed, to ask for major clearance, with nothing remaining on its table. like a damn banshee, in a damn coma, to awaken like love.

 

hit an attic a flame in an apparition, like purgatory on wheels.


forced to submit. captured by gods. eating reality, a goddesses’ palms. in absence of a cure, having to eat my face, in spaces I can’t unveil. so unphysically physical, so much immaterial material, like crazy to say an orange is a lemon.           I met like crazed. I was fresh from a box. I knew I saw a mystic. life isn’t gentle for us, it’s possessed with crows laughing, with wolves in a dormant state. too much to evolve too much to stand still too much to claim ultimate comfort. like thunder shooting into hearths a heart beating it’s hilarious.  

PS.

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