the
stimulant is gone, the nicotine has fled, the mind must adjust.
to
loosen addiction, looking at liquor, waiting my turn—spinning out, snatching
gravel, just rolled an eleven.
so
metaphorical, so theological, much love for creativity; hearing as it moves,
inside walls as they keep silence, above water, swimming in shame.
looked
intensively. facial testimony. Love was too much to speak but passion.
I’ll
leave that—to enter those valleys, raw, rough hills; coyotes watching, vultures
waiting, just trying, just spacial, looking a tear unsteady.
asking
for something, of course, unknown to humans, wild blessings, if to achieve
loyalties.
by
a flickering ember, one dynamic answer, caught, feeling pain, asking, if to
sound life.
fully
fitted, moving quicker, gazing into Chinese eyes, Vietnamese palms, Japanese
energies.
must
talk to God, must shake dice, so faceless, so ghostly, such interior Zeitgeist.
if
told to choose, what does it become? solid aura, bible knowledge, graduated,
her mind is an execution.
