over
a penalty, so driven to exist, too much angst lately; tender forgetfulness, a
cry for insistence, or plain disenchantment. how was it so much a cliff some
secret everyone knows? so gorgeous, I want to ignore those gates, listening to
how it hurts. blackness is upset, pure involvement, the tides are filled with
loneness—the kiss of the crocodile, as what we were, aging with disbelief—miles
to the entrance, would we make passion, love, would it be gracious? would we
smell each other, is the scent an aphrodisiac, would I try harder? so much an
intrusion, pulling roots, some type of fire aging inside—the fury of the
monster—a gut filled with fireworks—tasting sweat would be gentle; healing is
crucial, needing graces are felt in bones, a running, frantic skeleton—the
other side, seeing faces, too many were receptive—such alone time, discovering
a human ghost, greeted with a soundness so sweet it leaves pain.
it
wouldn’t anymore, such electric answers, how does one decode frequencies? the
need of beliefs, the water in faith, the dirty heaviness in doubts—a reason
some are loose, free, so liberal, such libertines … no one is home, no one is
eating, many travel fasting, communicating, laughing over terrestrial mystery.
the town gates are closed, the fences are opening, most get stuck at the
fire—so acute, terrific, so much hidden pride—a gorgeous creature, a living
miracle, it hurts to carry so much.
greetings
from a lady, she knows her name, maybe she can help with a question, maybe two,
how does it hurt, and, why is it so important we must stay afar? it must be a
gamble, a man loses his capture, he loses his consumption. it’s better a
mystery, it’s best not to smell breaths, to smell essence, to taste essence. so
much only an in-between, a gear in motion, an old abandoned garden: koi there,
guppies there, numen inside. calling the phone, it rings, I must have a
wrong number—such to get raw, a man tarts an image, he examines unsaid person,
he grows an affinity—for soul, depth, flame onto coals, into skies, so near
himself, it aches.
