those
that make sunrise, florid furniture, matriarchs and fireballs—the fabulous
future, a series of green eyes, the gut wrestling. half the human, half the
dragon, rabid and radical. that dream i misunderstood, the war i ate, a castle
ruined by corruption. many vehicles become missives, upon a mystic tear,
arriving made obsolete. to sift through memories and memoirs sensing life and
vanity, certain presence into divisions. hearts shaping remedies. winds plummet
the walls. sure fair beauty. eyebrows
peering into majesty, able to enact unreality, fleeing the imperceptible. most reckless infatuation, most difficult
perception, coming to see one made invisible. we must play upon forbidden grounds—some
song made arcane; entrenched in better wishes, repenting without notice, the
interior choir sudden into chants. i
let into sailing, the deserts were oceans, the reality is mythical,
metaphysical, silent into the great atmosphere.
