the
difficulty is simplicity
the
mounts and hills, the violent terrain
the
gnawing gnat, made
resplendent
with shame.
so
gray with fever, every light is dim
simplicity
begins to churn again
duplicity
is rage
in
willing one closer, I drive one
further—into
space, time
and anguish.
a
palm of beads, deaths in braids
unbridled
acrimony, glitter on
pain
some
plate filled with weeds, to
partake
with seasoning, to make it
delicate,
sweet, merciful.
to
live off of crumbs
excited
to stumble by—
on
accident, for it wasn’t meant
the
greatness of the miracle—
compacted
by the impossibility
of
its actuality.
tender
harmonica, softer flute, in time
to
form roses, made of seed, soil
slander;
accursed to exist
forbidden
to live, some fierce ink
in
those omissions:
the
fullness of the raft
the
leaping of the frog
at a
given moment, seeming divine;
the galloping
of the inferno
the
horse watching with grace
wings
span across the forest.
I come
to nothingness, as I
entered,
the world is empty.
pains
made amaranth, at peak in
a
dome in a time in a space; the
easiness
of simplicity, the harsh
cruel
impact of easiness—much
pride
comes with complexity.
made
philosophic,
holding by breastplate
helmet
to concrete.
