Thursday, November 4, 2021

IT Goes Deeper!

 

the treasure is the medium, the medium is the person, the person changes in most souls.

at femininity, like a coyote on a lamb, like sweet biscuits before mother died.

an appetite for women, sustained, as for women, with pain in souls as for women. wondering about a lovelock, so unprepared for aeipathy, passing through an earthquake.

some temblor, some terror, not in horrors, rather, in thought-muscles.

so tender the symphony, so delicate the symmetry, so many years to get it, as forfeited in one action.

the bleeding of the sheep, the wolve acting with violence, growling, shifting, with vehemence. some voiceprint, some telegraph, some spirit at his psyche.

sweeter serenade, a toddler in a crib, too raw to forget granny’s smile.

at her with giggles, to see her with shackles, never a ghost more tormenting.

soon ensouled—by the lights of yore, some just open up! so cantillating, praise like living, fall apart, grab your catharses.

more intonating, more intuition, by now, she knows I care. what? we thought? indeed, it goes deeper!     

The Sentiment

  The Sentiment    It tends to matter—each pursuing holy armor. It leans into a desire to feel pure, clean, sacred and such. I never underst...