I feel composed, awful, bouncing inside—lethal fumes,
listening to sequences, souls seeking solace in hallucination. Clever chaos,
careful unforgiveness, begging repentance, a rabid heart, an indifferent fierceness—never
to un-witness sights, enough to die luxuries, with time showing out. I need
profanity, I plan excellence, like piles of numbness—those years, mystic fire,
filmed in deliverance: big breasted beliefs, gregarious gangly gears, gifts in
scripture, toxic, undisclosed, men adore her filthy truths. I was needing,
kneading, laughing, near tipsy, the moon bore witness, the wickedness knew
mercy, the ache was bleeding. Like always watched. Like lows aren’t enough. A
man becomes of import. Better to blend, to know simplicity, the grandness will
bleed pains.
