into archives, foul
responses, at something
iron-completeness;
tender bleeding,
alienation, one is
fitting a stereotype;
stigmata at dear
escapades, viewed
crookedly; reading
Ecclesiastes, running
into snow-covered-deserts,
something is
inside—a phantom-blanket,
rosewood
eyes, I can’t escape
the fasts; its filmed
contradiction, it
becomes nonchalance,
if to fuse with
blue ribbons; those casual
dismissals into
fair teal creatures, a
symbol stagnated
at gates.
so curious to
adore deaths, angered if to
imagine a fence;
bold, sable eyes,
a man’s sanction, pain,
rubies;
a mild voyage, a carriage,
Elisha
inside;
a mental kingdom,
fretted, guts
screeching,
unsatisfied;
morbid feelings, excruciating
emotions,
it never registers
without a location;
tuxedo-thoughts,
to encounter voltage,
needing and
begging liaisons; entangled,
lost, it felt like
heaven, sacred—raw,
disciplined by the
rage, destiny became
silk.
those webs, furious survivors, made
circumstantial; to cleave to
essence,
to die, passion unearthed, graves
born;
to look closer, to do it
differently,
groundbreaking rivalries.
never by touch the
feral truth, battling
sorrows.
esoteric cries to
drum by seams into
absent lights; sheer
deficit, congenial
misery, found
suitable for attraction;
marble skies, irresistibility,
close to agonies;
flipped by a river,
cringing horizons,
rainbows near
promises.
unlatched, an
ebony winner, running
into fields,
painted by the excitement;
sipping
inheritance, sold on perfection,
slight deviation
means unworthy; the
complete saga, irrational
peace, it
doesn’t matter, it
feels enchanting;
a man to his
mirage, ferns unpruned, at
lakes amid an
ocean breeze; pavement
galaxies, torn fragrances,
realism,
reduced to an apple;
an aged
solicitation, by the
comforting
disaster, it felt
good to redeem.
