To adore you, like a tremendous move, so silent, such
demure, shy, a magnificent candle. A deadly ritual, so confused, ways it weaves
indecency. To watch like lemurs, to riot like apes, so soundless, so loud,
contradiction meaning truth. Scholars at it, major disputes, sudden refusals—caves
inside, to awaken inside, like a tour of a private mirror. Mystical myths,
mansion mystiques, at my interior funeral. To adore you, caught with love
diaries, pleading existence—baffled at war, to keep is unlike to seduce, making
music in blues. We all wondered, to discover her heart, despite what may
feather into wings. Making kingdoms, frowning a little, one decision, a
thousand lives; purity of soul, an ugly belief, so wrong to have forsaken
possibility. Never to give it back, to take without intermission, grandpa would
cringe. At my existence, peering into my future, making an inadequate
production. Willing persistence, getting tired, one day up, a few hours later—to
treasure elevation, to tolerate de-escalation, palms to face, sweat to palms,
with Love the sweetest voice. It doesn’t matter, as it dissipates, it
flourishes with a selective few. New ideas.
