if needing is
weaving, i need with less desperation, more determined the birdsong; some masquerade,
or the offensive, aged by serenity. if seeing is convoluted, i see unclearly,
the mind is its instrument. so close it tears me, the cleaving is shocking, i
usually hate myself. it was pointed to, a contract has an outline, the details
justify the actions. i hit the
shoreline, in a vision, those adolescent years—spaces estranged, mannequins
sacrificed, an afflatus determined in a noose; the fire of the meaning, so
under a trance, needing like desperation—so appalled by upheavals. never been
entitled, might have felt that way, an interior phenotype; over gooseberries
and sin, such
gravidity, aside a maple tree; thick like oatmeal, climbing through a sea,
reaching for baked brains. so close inside, a map in there, so aloof to me—the battle,
just because, it’s so strong, many misconstrue its intensions. the power
mirage, the aura at penalty, the glamour is glitter. worms are grunting. so
perplexed. so much to attain stillness—albeit, sunshine is rattling. i see sky
tombs, catacombs rolling into lips, the vision of one unreal; too gorgeous, too
vicious, no greater ability than to deceive; as out-and-out, one knows, and one
follows the cobra. if needing is weaving, i need with less desperation, more
determined the songbird.
i damn near swam
like losing on purpose. conversed with a quokka, was given instructions, ran
into invisibility. the battle is a mile in decimals. the ability is weaving the
interior. the entire enterprise is unseeable, unreal, unbelievable. i see a
porcupine, she just watches, planting invisibility. like an alpaca I sit, a
sheep’s fleece, enduring into a mountain. below is activity, a golden calf, such
true make-believe. what is a voucher?
it acts as a photo, pointing in a given direction. so austere. such wowing properties. i guess
participation is easy—with nothing to lose.
raw and jagged beliefs, a jigsaw capacity, at the grief tree; near a
nightdress, or a nightgown, at night watch, or day flame—the valley and reindeer,
such icy glass, eating blackberries, and conversing with a stingray.
