Worries as they unravel. Pains as they bottle up. And
miracles in one woman. I wanted love, as it manifests, with scientists needing
same-like. I did Reno. I tucked my sanity. Living in you is fabulous. More
problems, can’t become so honest, each locke a witness to brain power; so many
lies, to sprout truths, never met one that way; so cured in the curse, such a
paradox, screaming at the sense-wall. It won’t last long, it might outlive us,
never in time feeling like glory—those eyes, such bronze and hazel, like a
problem for sobriety. So olden school, so baffled inside, while respecting the
sanctity of holiness. A unique sacrament, a different vase, while looking
across seas. If to get a glimpse, and why we do that? so many prongs outside. I
wish I could say it, like one worry, never such a lie: eating superwoman,
clenching to memories, I never had much clarity—by facts, her brains, her
hearts, like plural locations.
Natural solitude, in body and soul, to ask we exist this way; so
remarkable, such a lie, so authentic; choking on reality, eating skies, such a
soft scent; why I do that, like a scoundrel, begging to see identity? We ate a
secret, aloof from music, so intense about remedies.
