romancing
fate, difficult times, more washed than filthy.
the
tides are rising, electric seas, an elephant in me.
checking
bloodwork, hassled by realness, a wraith, a phantom, or me, as in me.
falsity
claims, sporadic anxieties, just left the filthy habit. a bright patch, step
one, fingers crossed.
been
blasé today, not too emphatic, noisy though, I suppose.
ideas
floating, realness swerving, same behavior as yesterday.
deeper
beliefs, it doesn’t necessarily change, much harder work.
longer
rivers, interior streams, made to announce more love.
it
seems what most desire, in-between chasing, aroused, flying, aching.
earlier
is better, disenchantment with time, I need to feel excitement.
many
rumors those days, a soul to his cemetery, most faces are poker diced.
adoring
has been difficult, grounds for radical asylum, tasting, thrusting, terrified
about tomorrow.
