many more
tomorrows, into a canister, it gets conspicuous. as credulous souls, invaded by
beliefs, have we vetted our cores? speculation is necessary. we see something
correlates with experience. if smart, we smirk, kick up our feet, and turn on
the television. it amazes how close two will become, while so disparate, so
aloof, so intimate, so certain in uncertainty. I don’t mean to frighten, you
are seeing spirit, I take love in Love with love to mourn. so deliberate. so
intentional. angered by the roots of our actions. I have loved you as best as I
can summons, how has it come to plurality? so pragmatic with passion, so cultic
in another world, I must confess, I have grown bored with it. two lovers must
study incessantly, share overbearingly, as overborne rejuvenation. many fancy
words, I have a problem, I write it as it selects its expression. “That’s a
contradiction, if it is you in you, how does it have unique expression?” I box
in to box out, it is a you that you are unfamiliar with: it’s the receiving
eye, the energy dying to break lose, it’s the dreamland.
there’s a reason
we want certain souls. it flashes in countenance. it screams I can make you
feel perfect.
it’s up-close
aloofness. it doesn’t care. it’s shifting, open to all, and we need it for
ourselves.
more to a feeling,
to rev intestines, to ache, cry, break bone, satiated.
