When waking, a silent thief, intimate indifference,
deference to essence. Sullen storm, made innocent, to believe in strong
resilience. To push through weights, redundant tornadoes and patient winds. Loving
was transgression; asking was shadowed memory, as if it becomes eternal.
Scenery greens, western deserts, prisms inside,
mingling with elements.
By intonation of sins, skies held in derision, souls
wrestling with Faith.
By transgression those waves the arts by strength …
caves, us, lies, life.
Suspicion
of irony. Steadfast seduction. Sawdust, dirt, mud. To have worshipped, like
filth is marvelous, to have never a doubt, to feel reassurance, this was love.
Waltzing
upon clouds. Lost in a daze. Praising, kneeling, Olives, gardens. May the cup
pass.
Esoteric
intrusion … truths trampled … blossoming tsunamis … greater abandonments.
It would ache in time, pulsate when driven, laugh now
and cry later affectation.
She
grew wings, floating away, adrift in illusion.
She
was dragon, snake, monkey and rabbit.
Too
complex for simple existence, too high for helicopters, enlightened, dangerous.
A
thief of souls, sexual passion, alienation, torn from her reality.
Melody
of persistence, sound of angels, guest of her body.
Devastated
by anxiety. Sketched by impassivity. Ruined by reflection, by ideals … made
barren in time, soil rich pains, the thief came with vengeance.
To deal with reality. To know her name. To hold fast
to indifference. To become entertainment. Guffaw in its box. Muffled groans.
He was chided, taught to endure, assailed by derision …
what has he seduced? … what has he become? … visitation … given to reasoning …
unable to decode experience … many fueling Faith.
To vigil denims, dresses, wisdom made into art’s resistance
… spliced in twain, tugged in chambers, walking silently, cedarchests opening,
a soul becomes more of an interior specter, solace of doves, memories, sounds
of before.
