during days of excellence, where
tales are told, minds become enchanted; the energy as it swarms the angst as it
grows and the miracle as it belongs to others. history defaces us. the map on essence.
a scowl from its loss. by tension in
its bone, the government of those eyes, underestimated, reinforced, persuaded
by intrusion, such forgiveness in its punishment, to have lived attached to
behaviors. raw and spiritual data, a
filled computer, software encrypted with properties. so interested, such a winner, to have
loved often and won—madness of terror, control of volume, striking into
invisibility; so much power, nature stealing itself, those feelings wafting
into the metre. mental physics,
interior videos, to be in communication—we ask for meaning, sacrifice, and
rejuvenation. so much freedom in your
gifts. so much uneasiness in the destination. and art has been a signal in
time. spirits serve as an audience;
souls have been summoned; the goal isn’t beyond spirit intimacy—greatest of
warmth, life shunning its inclination.
riding into the horizon, sky-camera to being, more memories
splicing chemistry. palms filled with
haystacks, one needle to locate, the odds are indeterminate.
