It's unreal, precise, proximity isn’t of
significance—in addressing you, in loving parts of us, in disgust and treasure.
Contrary feelings. Remote islands. Private undergoing(s). Sure heaving hearts;
much history with so many; the soul gets angry. Most will pay the ante, fall into terrors,
and remain enchanted; mindful of parameters, dynamics in motion, softer music
and laid out photo albums. To soar
swiftly, as creatures of evolution, or spirits of creationism—so certain in
time, more to gain, with resources made for living; arms tight, chin to chest,
no one quite understands. With Love
most radiant, most dim, befuddling the hands of time; an hourglass flourishing,
a tiny zest for manipulation, so careful as to find joy in this life; much in
redundance, newness in responses, more alert those days. In coming to remorse,
it might be a hassle, with multiple feelings made oceanic.
