(to awaken in Xanadu, fiddling an albatross, to awaken filled with cages)—the silent theft, silent breaths, the silent miracle—a glimpse, L’Oréal third eye, those ecclesiastic eyelashes.
we live as movers, rummaging spacial dusts, hand-painting dusky skies:
deeper twilights, remarkable roses, rays pining over swamps: the monster at tears, sky-gravel crashing, an attempt at inner compunction (thereto, steep dimensions, radical rakes, sickles
too dull for intuition): dingo(s) gathering, electric brain particles, the jolt at sudden a thought: more esoteric, a thought to heartbeats, volts soon follow … to disappear, livid the holograms, gripping for dying at love with desperation (childhood aches, palatial
spheres, at ages becoming quite mechanical): internet Paris, bedroom islands, souls cleaving for mercy: restless minds, B.C. enchantments, common enthrallments: a puppy barks, cuddled by an infant—eyes glossy (memories swarm, armor melting, a whit eerie, at sudden frustration): the Essence watching, inner computers typing, hearts rethreaded.
some
love as lost, I regret the souls, spacing through wetlands: to cringe
intensities, pulled at mirrors, at love, feeling inadequate: the constant
reaching, the tug at canyons, the leap he couldn’t take; for something lives,
at necks our souls, while easily yanked; a need for warmth, the need for
adoration, the hunger for center stage: caps with gowns, mental tenure, remarkable
bodies: the threshing for thrashing, intellectual deliberation, angst labelled
by the excitement: gut-phones, the gutty ache, those rabid ecstasies.
