we build for Shakira’s—tetras
calamity—its treacherous harmony; to die with vexation, to live by the wilderness
amidst trees, sap, chipmunks; at arrival in pain, at home in sorrow, so close, knitted
in miseries; acrobatics lingering, feelings deep at closure, dearest infatuation;
choreography, chimerical chaos, eyes so into guts; to die a clover as needing release,
so close the demon’s eyes.
mental fatigue. dynamite electricity.
to elaborate for
nickels, by the fringe of meadows and sinners; astute heartache, acute
happenstance, to drift into sunsets, to
plummet into the horizon. Love is excellence. penchants.
eloquent sacrifice; rawness the incurable attraction, Love is fame, femme, deliverance.
—you
take by the ransom too beautiful for sickness, touched inside a pomegranate;
organic
emotions, sagic literature, so zenic, so yogic, so encased in memories; swamic
mentalities,
uncaged sentiments,
omic the death, fleeing to citta—music mute, elements internal,
to arrive by a ghost—sure
trenchant apologies—
a
little merlot those days, a fair posture, a galaxy demeanor; azotic energies, erotic
passions, to go so far as to adore celebrities;
soothing, so insecure as to build a
foundation, to assume Love is terrific; catbird yelps, by the bluebird fury, so
enlarged, dying to get closure; an aster infusion, somewhat a scream, as far
too gorgeous to pull off a dreamscape.
I have adored Love rebuilt and dying balm for something uncouth.
to invest in living, so close we exhale, somewhat, so
against sacrifice; devilish anxieties, sores, sketches, softly unspoken; to need like existence,
to freedom like losing at terrible feelings about our
cultures; core arrivals, pure science as animals abed our travesty; such rich amore as to forgive treason, gawking
at a sonogram; pain we live, its
inescapable feeling, we nurture,
to manage cores—known
for keys—a person may decode the harmonica.
most will perish
in self lengthy agilities, cabernet eyes, velvety
tortures.
