Friday, October 8, 2021

a Maze Inside of a Maze

 

intense tart melody—fields of jamesias—wounds from mishaps; I change clothes, I unclothe the clothesline, I try to bury business—as pertains to lies, as underdogs cry, with pain so romanticized.

begging isn’t automatic, as graphs plead otherwise, trying too much alarms sensitivities. I anger. it passes. I can’t fathom the woman esteeming me. so different, so charged, but she adores me—the fire of Neptune, the seduction of

Venus, our bones becoming our aches.

trying hurts, rewards are topaz, weird how we can’t accept each other.

if to care for tolerance, if but to alter personality, as molding one we no longer love. I was singed inside, I’d never cherish pain, coming around on a sled. mother watched. I slept daily. I couldn’t eat baked witnesses. a flame in essence, the botanical garden, the Japanese Wisdom; restored, laughing, feeling embarrassed, to hear a phone ring; the other disappeared, one feels low, “I just need a friend.”

put me in storage, I accept all rules, a farm in me; the love lesion, those wilder lemurs, at literature in monkeys; yes, so frightening, as to sense something, while I’d prefer, we figure it out. preaching is obliterated, loving is crucial, tithes are under suspicion.

seeing one, looking like origami, forgetting human complexity.

the guard in me needs the guarantee in sights, with passion under intension.

to imagine so sophisticated, so deliberate, a wilder man would pre-his-life.          

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...