I have
loved in abstract colors. I have sung a silent song, swishing and singing. The mind
is the pyramids, fraught by spirits, the project is infatuation: a soul-like
wilderness, beauty, delusion; an album played repeatedly; mystic hell and
darkness; celebratory passions, solace given to silence. Many securities as an
adolescent; same as old beliefs favoring adults; trying to maintain ecstasies.
Like mini-galaxies, mind wars, brief encounters; several years at breakage,
triumphs and failures, so proud those minutes before realization. Call us by names, theology in chains, so
distant, so aloof; tangling in currents, polarized and free, some thought comes
to mind. Several divisions, delusions, so tangled, tainted, and tolerated.
Great by affliction, prided as a soul, pash and sunshine, art and silence. Certain suspicions, they do not perish,
full acceptance, adult rationalization, a slight penalty for coherent thoughts.
