I fawn a whit so mawkish trying to keep schedule; silky
tongues, liquor by sanity, by rope; to live in miles, to die in pangs, harmful
sorrow.
psychotic innocence, as an alarm, each person in self:
giggling whispers, outlandish suppression, gray skies, music made poignant, sharp,
indelicate entity;
to need water, from one lake, waterfalls are ecstasy;
so evidential, creative, naked on ash, overcooked, a
man his motives, to applaud in battle;
looking at Love, wheezing to Love, hearts beating
pressure; southern soul, northern wiccan, deaths those sweeter grays.
to gesture at Love, adore Love, to call wretched, most
blessed. randomness is intense, a frightened wolf, soft wilderness. chaos overwhelms,
becomes absurdity: people love like fire, never tepidly, it appears like
palaver—nocturne, it feels like sickness—foibles tickle kindness.
I knew love, rich, plaid, sore aphasia love; by
deepness to become deepness, too off course, un-sustained, less normality; to
need oxygen, to deplete a line, skies ascending, shattering.
whisper at life, relinquish life, remove my tonsils. to
dance prophecy, inmost wilder winds, fawning, greater atmosphere—those
harbinger coffins. love must meet requiem, caskets before deaths, trespassing
against love.
