the world is smaller than infinity, larger than
smaller, the ghost of the problem; so much weather, so bulbous inside, mixed
with thunder, religious rain; nothing as to care—more than surrendering—some apparition
in there; much remorse, for another’s behavior, so close, it frightens; to
gallop in space, to fret by design, to ask for pardon and life, filled with
detention—the feeling of wrongness, the battle of the future, so near to
writing, it seems difficult to compete; deeper concerns, as not to fail,
determined to fly, as a metaphor, some island, so comfortable, suddenly uneasy—the
connection of miles apart. over cuisine, on a pyramid, mental polyrhythms—such a
look, acting to fix it, a man never gives as when adoring—the indifference of
the fountain, the kenisic in the vacuum, never knew what was obvious—or never
believed against first impression; a handshake, eye components, polyester notebook
and paper; such sartorial sentences, or fresh from fired-up, trained to subdue
the intense weather. Love desires cardigan, vegan cuisine, and grilled salmon.
never met in name, loving in shadows, never adored so quickly—by sharkskin
unsighted, by tailoring muse, if shift becomes its quest.
