the mistake is like mayhem; social appetite for clarity; Love
depends on perception. too enlove to feel crazy, so much born to be foolish,
never the way it felt. like a first manic episode, feeling like unnatural, so
irregular, so real, in a thousand-dollar outfit; secret dice, undisclosed locations,
most intimate with strangers. engrossed in portals, webbed in ecstasy, seeming
to know the game plan. Love is most excellent, the most gorgeous woman in the
world, living is to meet, speak for a time, most definite acquaintance.
everything is so beautiful, so new, food has never tasted so delicious; so
suspicious, behavior becomes codified, esoteric, Love is a goddess. identity is
infinite. the skies are following—so extravagant, so emphatic, it was Love to
ask—if the passion would last forever? the world is underground, the path is
hermetic, the music is intentional. strangers were sent, they have a message,
it must be answered; many mistakes, many miscalculations, never studied, never
too serious, most affectionate. too much energy to bundle, moving a cigarette,
eyes too heavy to contain it: holy essence permeates the study; the aching
clarity, to have a moment too real to undervalue, the officials are suspect,
cause of obsession, centerpiece of mistrust.
