Tuesday, November 23, 2021

The Mistake

 

contingency depends on necessity. I daydream, scream at dreams, fused to die in a room. do serenade, oh Japanese goddess, oh tender anguish, asking for hands to hold.

over a requiem, we dine. over inflation, we chat.

sour candy, made delicate, pardoned by sincerity.

symphony, strings, silence, corruption.

to have never loved, prior to seduction, made so intricate, made so shallow. adrift over vulnerability, chained to senses, to have every element in surprises.

by a tempo in monsters, irregular souls, diplomacy sits at its guillotine.

raw fiery flames.

I would love until—it was pain—until—it was misery.

never such sensuousness. never such overt dying. so kindled, upon grace, doing more than erotic; some theme we engender, some carpet we christen, rug churns, anxiety hugs, departing in memories.

by the timbre of passion, love made inauthentic, so cursed, I need its agony.

many seabirds out of place.

by a sky, filled with strobes, we come to accept our ruins.

if to live in essence, bodies dying lessons, or condemned for unacceptability; as non-susceptible, as a holy mistake, cultured, aflame, trenchant in one womb.

somewhat a beast, a charm, a mirage; or so real, challenged, irregular; as a recovered addict, facing more rehabilitation, knowing, it will never become life.

a last creature, disputing his legacy, charged by one mistake.   

PS.

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