those chameleon gestures—always someone
new—variance depends on mind waves. needn’t much incentive. arts are fervent,
feverish, warm wombed. breeding seduction. a palate for radiance. a child of
nectar, plums, and guava. the bone and gristle. thought-particles and glitter.
to watch, desire with caution, to walk away ignoring reality.
it means so little. it hasn’t a
concrete wing. something to gnaw into. brains are abstract, unless for
actuality—those projections have no substantive properties—unless the object is
concrete, and then, one can never know it, as in itself. kicking at splinters,
or angry about a response, or flying on high, or saying something quite
intrusive, yet, subtle.
the interior archeologist, tugging
at intentionality, arrested by investigations, a person might wonder about
motivation—why the clock ticks without a battery? a scientific dove, a creature
beyond susceptibility, unless, deliberate to fall like a rapture. a
spiritualists – one made a comment, she seemed either concerned, or provoked –
the reality of the attention, as if
in smarts alone, wanting, nay, desiring, selfsame attention, for selfsame
reason – they know it’s the wit, if not assisted by the beauty – I have become easy
to peg, in some sense.
an interior spiritualist, dreams are
confusing, insofar, those bridges collapse, they fall, they rise, a soul is
ripe in suggesting, a gap between the mountains. aggression, softness, music in
silence, as needing at times, the call of the feature, the grime of the
eloquence. so much buoyance in a stream of chi.
it seemed at random, the mind
account, the profile.
was it easy? I meant it to be easy.
our scalps itching by silence. some terrible conclusion/assumption, some
horrible soul, but it was a mixture, if honest, if gray.
some purgatorial prison, a little
tugging at reality, a little empathy.
cashew skinned skies. mahogany eyebrows.
I try to say something cute. mothlike rejection, anthill irritation, a picknick
becoming alarming, in a sense, too many emotions are raiding the blanket.
inner resonance. future
contemplation. past conclusions. the mirage is enormous. the attraction would
become bestial, violent, in some sense, one brings the feature to its plateau.
so great the permanent phobia, the curiosity, the waves back to shore. panting
harder. breathing harder. it was a closer call.
