chasing fevers, needing solace,
aside fated glances;
to have breath in error, if to love
again.
it
was passive attraction
it
never sung with pains
in
volume and anger and rain.
leafy lawns, petal moisture, earth
veins.
sawing at tenets, piecing points
together
most ironic we must say, gods are
removed
from morals—as to behave according
to
apologies.
most
gray skies, endless beliefs, sound made
immortal.
talkative happiness, before it
meant its journey, days
filled with silence.
inside
of essence, compared to church, we
have
contradiction and violence.
