Thursday, December 30, 2021

Bodily Personality

 

I love more the fortune of love; the work is harder, argued by blades of grass. inside a canyon, rafting aside a ravine, reaching where they dance; dream fever, welkin deaths, bled interior. I love more the fortune of love; big bashful eyes, Florida sunshine, Mississippi hips—spinning freedoms, feeling unfelt, laughing at my follies. the height of Japan, the wisdom of Greece, hieroglyphic lips; so geographic, finding every island, roaming inner cities—found with grace, poise, a little indifferent—loving to chance life, sipping Red Rose, worked inside. I love more the fortune of love; geometry eyes, fingers locked, getting a mud bath. so tight with frets, Chinese brains, Lebanon legs. much fervent heat, like waterfalls, drenched, gripped, wrecked inside; to vow eternity, or agriculture, wandering through realms—too much astrology. a mere ego, so supernal, so preternatural—flipping in mind, devastated by looks, personality split; southern hospitality, Sufi laws, Danish royalty. the makings of a person, the screams of a dynasty, upon northern shores.    

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...