into
soft anxiety, so much panic
wellness
trekking mountains. the landscape is
for
healing, feathers are devastation
tickled
to be there. trying to go
to a
place under our world, voices
might
arise. thinning blood, taking stimulants
plain
too much coffee. to have slighted
I
feel you in absence, I claim my mistakes;
so
complicated, a dam, most are on
your
side. I was
skeptical
on your fast. I live in a
glasshouse,
irony is plain contradiction.
a
haughty mentality, a woman
he
couldn’t conquer, a tale it hurts you.
leave
me to myself. I will soar
eventually.
concerned about adverbs.
the
pantomime is wounded,
phantoms
are desirous, for most need a
body
– carnivalesque,
angst,
so many harlequins, a laughing
soul
is a dying soul. I feel alienated,
–
from essence or life – I can’t get passed your
nature.
it hurts to hear, it damages
to
see, for so many adore you. so,
we
write it off, it compels, for we know
many
are without senses. to want pain
is
beautiful. to sing the last intrigue.
so
many compartments, we can’t share.
