by a passionate
ache
for an endless
muse, by a tender
forgetfulness, by
sulfuric glue; to
measure a
heartsore, so tied
so disparate—seated
against a
sequoia.
loquats mingle
with
mesmerism,
so gracile so
enchanting—fever
has been
insufferable—with
angst, bad
forgiveness, tribal
faces.
themes knot into
blizzards,
searching for more
helium, knit
into skies,
freefalling as packages;
at a
need
to frolic, to want
to hold hands,
too careful, too
late.
the glory of the
stoic the eyes filled by anguish the pain it takes to change. knotted, staring,
freefalling into a muse; terrific agony, an old motif, an indelicate caress.
needing to frolic, to frolic freely, to need to chance, like lost pilgrims.
body, luster, gracile, pitiful. as a gallant soul, galloping through woods, a
soul wakes up screaming. such a chasm, so much a favor, so wild while resting. to
brood, looking wildly, a head in terror’s bosom. the blossom of the goddess,
the giddy sailor, at grace feeling pathetic. so glamourous. so delicate. to
give, and give entirely—the all of the mountain, the tablets of the soul, the
stream of the artist. inmost tethered, utmost afraid, what if love becomes a
symbol—the ache of the fountain, as cascading into valleys, a waterfall sweet
as nectar. to atone for nothing, to have a problem with repentance, to chance
skies. much debris, more alienation, a soul hates something inside. some crane
given, some anvil, some horseshoe.
