tender rich melody soothing insides
most terrifying—a soul crossing rivers left behind soft palatial rain.
too much for skies, sweeter aches,
made darling in our cries.
paved habits, unpaved streets, we
used to play ponies here. like galloping tropes on horseback hair, a soul
desires its first love.
to admit passion a spirit in chains
too many fetters to unbleed.
with firebrick in a powerhouse a
person wants flame.
blotted from paper, inked in mind,
early characteristics of dying.
inmost compassion, inmost reigns,
if impulsive, where is innocence?
more counterintuitive more
dislodged while I do as I need. some fortune! palming waterfire as estranged from
existence, it hurts while serene.
picked plucked pulled.
to kneel for ransom to chide for
insecure to lose sanity—it couldn’t happen! by torque in relation some charming
hissing to have chased with fever; as fervent creatures, living as if secluded,
most mouths are agape.
to have hung on words, to have died
early, with raw satisfaction dripping by fangs.
annoyed again. arguing with
instincts. it bothers we must be stillness.
others move swiftly. life is so
gentle. where we sense contradiction.
a body of serpents, reading bibles,
praising invisibility some anchor
in rhythm sweet fire sweeter deliverance.
upon a neuron, into a shadow, I know
I need penance.
