The prose on audio, anxious at her, laughing, plucking
petals—the pain was a book. If knowing me, after a few weeks, let death conquer
the illusion. Never simplistic, eyes to turquoise measures, a soul dragging
knuckles, bleeding mud, sized and delivered. Many undertaking science, claiming
indemnity, lost at the tracks; hostile to life, soul to soul, a tear might
drop; anti-emotion, claiming intellect, acting as if anger is strength; so
prehistoric, roots at the gates, Cush a planet in orbits. Jasmine scented. Angelica
in styles.
I come humbly, eating humility, lied to and bold
faces. An art to smile, a gift to feel a heart, knowing, even Satan enters the
Church; neuro toxicity, evilness disguised as altruism, new terrain! Fresh and
salty waters. A recent baptism. Symbols so intimate with energies. To feel
embarrassed, to endure the waves, asking for snares and deliverance.
