Saturday, February 26, 2022

Many Have Come, Many Have Vanished

 

in explaining demons the eyes we spent

time in wild lakes, fuming over mushrooms,

suffocated, lost, so eager to come to vibes,

many screens, viable deaths, and gloom.

 

we don’t speak it—the flatness, the caves, the mind-splits—be it bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, depression or tendencies needing closeness; the depression of Judah—the lion—the fields foaming with terrors and diamonds, so electric, needing that it disappears, but desiring its power—never us as people, the fury of the flying essence, turpentine waters, flaming oils, ducks drenched, flapping to no avail.

 

over orange chicken, feral insides, listening

to insensitivity; nay, not a person begging,

not a video on repeat, to engender polish—

the waves of inrush, unknown the kegging.    

 

back to flatness, spinning in inactivity, made aware, for essence is inert—trying, as it were, to infuse, to speed across an icy lake, to speak with a swan, in treasures to announce, in essence, loving you might be terrific.

 

it amazes to know the affectation of bonds,

the creativity, the sudden boom, of galvanizing

across plains, to live like one reason, if

only to make survival in one born analyzing.

 

one begins to sense cycles, or mandatory undergoing, in a world desperate for grand experience; the concrete bleeding, leaking intestines, finding in charms, a reason for apprehension.

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...