rebaptized.
transgression is often fulfilling. some strange awareness, something we never
admit, some art, leaving conscienceness uneasy.
a whale is at the
door. he carries a shark. they become spirits, seeping in, laughing, maniacal,
injured by oceans.
different
realities for several souls, an inner lighthouse, a mental seesaw, sheer beauty
in a mere glance. mostly rigid, a tear towards lascivious, to come across her—she
knows her affectation; holy forests, twigs bearing witness, heartcaves
screaming come sundown. tending to heartcare, sweet/sour, albeit, I must,
notwithstanding, tragic tyranny. a voice map, syllables made indicative,
professors rereading literature. one is found on some page, the scar of the
soul, the habit in love, tender dialogue made intensive; raw passion, eyes
glisten, glitter appears in flesh. an abandoned soul, is a found soul, many
will adore what others turn away from; much a subject, better a predicate, by
an eye to become a winning supposition. as crying to adore, pulled back by
hurting, too much motion too swiftly.
I say one is too
smart, another is too unstable, as one is pure seduction. the literature we
live, something hiding inside, many placing emphases on alertness.
sagacious mystic,
numen yogi, innocence which vindicates itself.
I noticed how
defensiveness guards against feeling guilty.
humans must accept
a great deal. must placate unevenness.
I have softer
wants, couldn’t cherish them, most love routine, as unsatisfied with routine.
it’s not an issue. we open a door, remove a doorjamb, find a table, and write
until something breaks free. beauty is an addiction, many will see, many will
attempt to enter, some will try harder.
solemn holy
machinery. sexual sensual silence. opposite our souls, engaging our souls, trying
with fierceness to abide by souls. many are open, encounters are normal, I see
how confident plurality becomes. succulent shame, disregarded uneasiness,
sipping, disappearing, lost in the tragedy/fountain of lust.
I have not a
resolution. I don’t know what it all means. I’m a simple observer.
humans have
misidentified what drives humans.
