We progressed rapidly. We can’t relax. It’s trespass
and walk away. Unlikely math. Some will not waste away, nor be forgotten, nor found
resting.
Armor high threads. Ecstatic seconds. Life takes
turns, cascades into Africa, takes refuge in Europe; the magic of the hatred,
by essence to have died, seated in silence.
Opting to release the benighted, aqua science, bled in
spirit; to feel a person, disgusted by order of sequences, unknown how we
mitigate weather.
If it’s pure evilness, it has become the nature, while
it seems unlikely.
Aside haystacks, imagining survival, how long does one
hold to unevenness? If to bargain is to sin, we stand aloof at the cliff—waving
at sparrows, falling swiftly, and standing in stillness.
Wild buffalos, roaming interior, trampling habits;
like thoughts carry emotion, to decide to hover, with both awakened at the
hour.
With necessary art, angst, and ax—if to arrive in
Uganda, plagued as we dine, debating the powers of Jerusalem.
