turquoise-blue moods, red fiery
passion, most live incredibility. upon smoky feelings, enlarged images, the two
seem inexperienced.
happiness, its image, its
impression, looks are contagious … faraway reality, poisonous ivy, dim
reflections, if captured by media dice.
more existence, more receptivity,
remaining distant, boxed in, confused; hands to fire, experienced jewels,
cultured, foggy, palming an insecurity.
gates have meaning. mirrors are
self-portraits. it depends on warmth, coldness, immediacy. assigned a Great
Thirst, grumbling hunger, early morning communion.
in appreciation, it may be located,
it may reflect something deeper inside—something unchanging, aside
impermanence, locked, attached to nonexistence.
seeing you became impersonal, it
should be impersonal, many desires in one vein, predicated on something
impersonal, needed as personal, in one location.
winds are winnowed, social saws are evident,
some never imagine intimacy—how it wiggles, how it needs projection, how human
appetites become obsessions.
a soul kills itself, trying to keep
humans in faith, unprepared for what oozes out, of what forms a picture,
listening to words, impressions, they don’t match their images.
in an instance, becoming animated,
with astonishment over its weight; to see a person, pulled as if human,
negotiating with self, every increment of seduction.
one exospheric meal, changes an
appetite, made more deliberate with time; so esoteric, so calculated, thoughts
concern themselves, musicology becomes social imprints.
if to love as imagined, to give as
needing, soft beautiful disaster; nozzles into sockets, celebration in its
moment, oversaturated, made capable of suffering.
