Losing self in pieces, untethered from resistance,
facing unreality. Some radical monstrosity as it appears invisibly, many ghosts
made vocal inside. Some spell of magnitude, filled by remorse, behavior made
self-destructive. Trying as it feels normal, small assertions, true to have
given rise to absurdity.
Loving in sequences, restrained from animalism, most
regulated and kept in order; most determined to control passion, unfulfilled, needing
and yearning and striving invisibly.
Rather suffer the excellence of being overwhelmed,
rare China, fortunate art, Japanese calligraphy;
sung in early dawn—unbehaved in existence, a stranger,
stalking his mirror.
By a flicker, upon radiance, sought after a
glimpse—some strange occurrence, the country hawks, sudden into shame and
miracle.
