the daily
challenge is sanity, rabid love, and senseless business.
management comes
to hearts, timely agendas, a portal to something spectacular.
i boxed many possessions,
a rosary seed, into one resistant.
clutching bits and
pieces—of leaves and oranges, clenched by his status.
lives become burdened,
more bourbon with ice, peaches and sin.
by a clock—we symbol
time, the chimney is cleansed.
much more floating
lately. spirits seeming liquified. history carries treacheries.
more wisdom
worries a man. he becomes a cynic, at minimal, a skeptic.
at the lagoon, swans
are hydroplaning, and orangutans are watching.
remote inclinations,
subterranean charm, many ideas about lunch.
—while souls
contradict each other, essence wafts across regions, reality is often spontaneity—
we take to joys,
most enchanted souls, stepping, facing, controlling aspects.
souls desire
freedom. we know in part what freedom is; how it feels confuses us.
souls come in
cages. leisure becomes irreligious. gestures are often judgmental, judged in
return, and inclusive of a silent discussion.
the sunrise
wrangles with shadows. the witness becomes the passions. blooming and blossoming
are in season.
