you
sought to disrupt. it was too much. buttons and curtains and tapestries; much
discomfort, so elusive, like never again another soul; a point in abstracts, a fever
in concrete, like it’s easier as a man. much in displeasure, so seduced by
opposites, so appalled he thought that. the underground experiment, the need to
prove what we know, so subtle—it must turn into tragedy. it couldn’t be more. it mustn’t be for
passion—like raw skies, thawed rivers, so sick, i’d hurt you to love you. if it
churns, the witness of the intestines, those tears into seas—drinking salty
water; can’t let go, can’t accept the apology, it must go further—for certain
the reason, it can’t be that, it must be righteous—a pure soul, never an
infraction, or plain disgusted. wrong branch, Soldier! the right person,
Soldier! so prepared to destroy the sunrise, Soldier! Judah is at war with
Levi. Judah is gaining ground. Levi is passive. two younger lions have met for
deaths.
