will you come to life, ink-mystic mystique,
many minutes, forgiving the traumas?
if to outsoar rain, like scholarly anthologies,
more abrasiveness creates monsters.
likeness as similes, similes
distorting essence, essence steeped in roots; midday night-pouring toxics with
cranberries, unboxed ghosts.
tears with crème, unwept agonies, more
pain, the insistence on connectivity.
in turmoil weeping, eyes resilient,
swift snares as if Sibyl-born.
the meaning comes through
reflection, a porcelain goose egg, thoughts come from agitation—misfires, crossed
words, torture, sweet syrup in agreements.
the sheets kept moving.
the mental phantom, a mocked torn
perception, many pious retreats.
pure grieving passions, good against
consensus, an ethical diagram—made dangerous, he started thinking.
a maze made of radish. a shrubbery
made of fire. puzzles and water might help.
