Thursday, October 28, 2021

When Touched, Made Impalpable

 

some will be given indemnity, freedoms to fly, flagrant promises, indirect apologies. like banshee winds, like painting hopes, flitting, scudding, over sunlit passions.

rustic squirrels, country coyotes, we sit in valleys. like fulgent spirits, soft at sunlight, or probed, bursting open, souls loading the deeper parts. an inrush, a biblic inconsistency, a woman’s irony.

more asphalt, needing abstract reasoning, needing passion on a plate. some creek between us, one in us, there is no us. by a legend in time, ancestors summonsed to lights, fire in us.

wilder atmosphere, gullible beginnings, much in needing to believe—in persons, in science, in logic; those zenic eyes, omic waves, cursed to believe in activities.

so indebted to wars, so alive in goodness, a vote for love as it appears; like jewelry in souls, open eyes filled with tears, a castle becomes a casket; if to swim in us, if to die in us, if to become

essence in us. like memoir margins, so original, too graceful for fairer wolves. as we arrive, we cogitate, we become different. love will remain indicted, over purple woodblocks, aside a vacuum.     

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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...