Harmful essence, a girl’s inclination, baseborn, awful
science—the way we die; one friend, to run into, around a lake of metaphors. Angst
epiphany, pyramid eyes, Isis made queen. Drilling wrongness, alighting
sociality, passion, rumor, being in love—to hurt a soul, to ask of soul—one last
memory. Craving, cleaving chaos, dungeon deep, harps and happiness grieving
hunger. If a confidant, to fail innocence, some type of error—yearning for
excellence. Many a mile, a sensuous smile, so helpless, being in love, running
back to adolescence. Could it be without insistence? Would it become of its own
credence? I ask—pleading daylight, fraught by wilderness, wild horses, as two
wrangle. Harmful essence, a soul’s wrestling, reborn, fighting the great
darkness; as best friends, bathing alone, a mind washes its sins—pure remorse,
framed in gold, redressing an innocent ribbon.
