so
needed its kleptic, sore polite awesomeness, if chewing at depths; made inaudible
creatures, blade laudable souls, if gruff it burns—more guffaw in dens, sour
panic to mature.
cascading
ethics, scruples afire, pulled contrary to nature—
films
outside, souls percolating, pouring into a kettle; made novelists, fury at nuanced
pains, nurturing sensations;
born
cursed to find fire,
so
innocent to feel tamed,
some
tenet as privileged.
if
also fancy such guile, if to placate such resistance, a man weighs, determining
permanence, upon time in waves. distressed affection, dimmer lights, courage
skies … sure anxiety, palpitations, art displayed, depicted in walking away.
