Under a sullen grin, sensed as
different,
diagnosed as peculiar; distorted
facts,
partial truths, walking thickets;
symbols
&
recurrent motifs. An example of rain,
triumph, plus, a few hassles. Open eyes.
Years at tobacco. Evinced in
thunder.
We penalize women.
Never understood too much;
a slower kid;
many thought of dying.
Putting years to souls, at an apple
tree,
carving, “I ate sin.”
Read it like sunrise. Asked several
the
ache; many just fell to silence.
Sternness of essence. The interior
chaperone. Life is sub-terrors.
I would admire the gift, an
ungifted
alien, as estranged from the mercy
of my hands. I would look deeper,
proud
to
hold script, puzzled by the
manuscript;
wiped
souls,
transcripts,
freedom is part in parts. So essential
to
art—the anxiety, no worse day to reminiscing
on one … into portals, dominions, swearing, I heard her.
Much ash out there. More rain in
here. Granny
is 7 now. Indeed, I jest.
