what to die for,
illicit on earth, solicited by slow deaths? more to fevers, more to skies,
moving like currents—penetrating walls, converting bricks, melting into
antennas. late night atmosphere, greenhorn survival, as intelligence comes from
experience—to exist your woes/literature, graves carried inside. a million on a
winner, two sisters hitting harder, sexuality is moisture—in brains, in
futures, in deep depth designs.
water falls like sawdust sprinkles,
inside art is under construction. seven sets of dice/diamonds, looking at
glitter, Love was a mischief/feral avatar—dressed in a suit, all blue, nearly
purple—as wraiths ask questions, sweet interrogation, never saw myself before!
it’s amazing
sensing too much, doubting eyesight, listening to winter ruses. favored before
hated, uncertain before certain, made evidential before mere caprice; at ice
pain, ice sticks, a trillion-dollar insanity.
who would it be—as
to justify correct thoughts—academy causes for deference?
academy vet
academy. as it is, as it was seen, is how it might determine itself!
more, consensus is friendship, how could it benefit one if he isn’t in the
circle?
most sacred time, irregular out-storm,
praised deep into years from now. made frozen, musing interior, restored, set
free, with digging unrelated.
