mental
editing, mental agendas, closeness we never speak.
an
empty house, a new couch, other talkative furniture.
faithful
pillows.
this
winter is a roadrunner’s chase.
televisions
are filled with rattlesnakes.
the
wits of the giraffe, a kangaroo’s intuition, battles to claim minister.
footprints
and mud on her soul.
retina
mysteries and more existence.
intuitive
rhinoceros, enharmonic,
sleeping
with seismic.
mirrors,
manipulative mirrors, mentors and heroes. silent regression, anti-inhalation, the
silent faces. fighting harder, trying more, sweet physical resentment. to ask
to hear it, just one time, tell her the most beautiful story—as she swoons.
needing
more moments, faraway Africa, needing minerals, gems, jewels, and bracelets.
at
nearby Rome, tender apophatic wisdom,
certain cataphatic love.
chasing
and winning, or losing the inner wilderness:
watching
Hildegard in music;
Saints
kneeling;
many
acrid trials.
closer
to mystikos: the raging soul, the
oceanic forests, some secular instinct; to battle with time, loving its
antithesis, if to extract its existence.
“You
go too far.”
