I would to love like gems in bottles
as art flies so indifferently those smiles cut to bone; a grieving soul is
likely to appreciate others a miserly soul is likely to strike as out indeed to
slice so great a pressure inside; reindeer eyes those in excellence sure bumps
and bruises as made deliberately, more for weathers and frustrations so natural
it feels cursed; sleet on pavement certain grievance across skies with creeks
in season, a platypus in mud, waters as they tread graves so surefire the rain;
as an actor in this carnival as a clown in this mistake as a terrible pleasure
to bring shame those days in Atlantis those arts in hieroglyphs if to surround those
lakes with fire churning a gift to know life means you good; blackberries and
sin or blueberries and gin those facing relaxation at banks and rivers the way
the Lord was baptized; pumas in season the way we adore cheetahs so fertile the
skies as born irregularly as seeking and misunderstanding flesh beauty the sin
of its dice at a level too consumed to swim if but a running sentence.
