beauty
pains—driven to escape—swami skills; the color is so relevant, the sorrow is
magnificent, some assigned heart;
alleys
with kittens, cats with lions, genets with parents; rolling tobacco, iron in palm,
metallic forgetfulness;
everything
bleating in ears, sheer unforgiveness.
so
deep mahogany … so much a decent wilderness … if but three kids, a royal home,
pure loyalty to the nucleus.
to
hold, nay, carry the Cross;
beauty
so holy, behavior so demonic, all-in perception—we never know, it becomes
sentiments, pleasures in activities.
feeling
so carnal, sitting in it, it feels like wheezing.
her
face is misunderstood. her responses seem with consciousness. many protect
against feeling others.
seeping
into seething, hooked by heaviness, so awesome, it’s automatic, something will
remain.
