into my soul—might state a
metaphysical, in lanes, switching gutters, failing or winning; a thin element,
my people dying, it seems strange.
I loved what I imagined, not to
shred appearance, not to aim for discord, just eyeing what I need, hoping on
difference, eliminated inside, or character a whit social-emotional.
look into an issue, see core
distress, post-trauma, observe a place unspoken; greed for love, a hug, a plural
element—fire inside, unstated inside, needing confirmation inside.
an award for survivors, a plaint
for arrogance, to need me to anticipate feelings; engraved outside, darkness in
veins, or murk kindness, or disgruntle—it isn’t as expected: a cruel person, a
worked amygdala, so vile, so confused, abused beyond assistance.
I loved what I needed. I saw
grandiose decency. I saw a countenance, made blue aura, fretting its golden
glow.
I sleep differently. I hear dreams.
I remember humans—a good person, a framed essence, an afflatus beaut, concrete
as abstract, addled inside, left to abuses.
adrift a pictureless picture, can’t
see an image, indeed, to decode an image—we intrigue our senses.
if to see a person, a tear must
fall, either I saw her, or I saw my projection of her.
social element, ten-million in deaths,
southern heartbeats; so northern, so fatherly, it works for me; a power inside,
a gut with liquor, I smoke to fly, so addicted to a coral fixation.
aside an offering, blood-purple
asphalt, days at deliberation; eating soil, awakening upon a marigold,
suffering a heart rush; debated inside, it was friction on sight, what, if any,
those silver fireballs?
she believes, she suffocates, used,
useless, filled with Teflon.
I believe, I suffer, I see an
animal, I drop a tear.
