perfected damages, the rotten soul,
made good in glory. the reprobate might be chosen, the uneasy might have a
point, more to erasing the unnecessary, if it’s truly unnecessary.
absent by presence, looking for
ruined, spatial and uncertain. the waterfall is backwards.
needing myself, needing my love,
seated in essence; what have we explained? to have needs of others?
the country of wolves, pleading in
logic, given one last miracle.
minds before an audience, radicle
exploration, seeing a mile into the shivers; it will be mimicked, the
trembling, the ghosts humming, moved into me, and laughing.
so religious—why religious—why some
and not others? it’s the calling of certain souls.
(it was distinct. I answered my
mind. I felt an intensity.) those eyes trouble me. they can’t be examined. all
forthcoming is conjecture, and commonsense—the anguish of the logic, the
winning of the struggle—the anxiety of the lion. a need to feel, a want to
rage, so much contained—coming in one flare, maybe thrice; much absence, in
such presence, just to adapt to life.
the curse is the page as it glares
and moves, knowing her disposition, much in the horizon. she fights, has
fought, nothing less than the good fight. blessed in the here, the now, passing
blessings as necessary.
into the forest, riddled with
feelings, fretting the guarantee; given life, in one instance, desiring the
first essence.
into the mind, loving her art, like
confused to listen, touching in core-spaces, erased from logic.
the behavior is enigmatic, the
resilience is born and rough, the destination is mixed, one might suggest, Love
is different, unexplained, fevered, falling to the rough heaven.
a clean house, expensive furniture,
alone, made perfect, smelling skies. with so much to believe, it gets hard to
function.
saw too many inside, overwhelmed
inside, pushed against pure chemistry inside.
so much ignorance, a skunk in the
woods, the coppice is fraught by ambition.
so clear to me—the tests, the
miles, sensing more than reality. we put measures on it, it has a certain
texture, it must appeal to physics.
if not, diamonds melt, vision
blurs, at the jeweler trying to trade in on elevation.
the fact remains, some admire each
other, but cannot approve of each other.
