Into alignment, drifting into fantasies, to see and
sense likeness; parents dying, souls with splinters, Love with ambition;
churning into magic, livid a last call, moving through disappointment.
Paramystical, paralogical, sensing myself in motion, a
slight separation, opening eyes, like ten seconds late; as movies reveal,
parascience, palatial skies, neurotransmitters—someone, like a ghost,
trespassing a synaptic gap.
Many shook light, weaved transgression, desecrated
life, self, honor, respect.
Souls couldn’t fathom my logic; in saying it, most
were offended, now most are experiencing it.
Never cared much, losing belongs to us, it’s not a
reflection on me—
In a dream, tossing turns, to see it, to sense it,
paranormal unreality, many denied it would occur.
They never presumed it. They lived by a curse. So
existential, praying for dead souls; indeed, scriptural, sculpting, crosspollination,
down and out, feeding on miseries.
Like destined to be an under-hound, each valley
another challenge, given much—to have little.
Shared half.
One says: you two are untraditional.
In return, one says: in essence, entwined in spirit,
moving in motion.
To say it is to become hated.
Humans prefer to live it.
Despite it hurts, leave another’s business alone.
Into alignment, drifting into fantasies, to see and
sense likeness; parents dying, souls with splinters, Love with ambition;
churning into magic, livid a last call, moving through disappointment.
Focused on something dear to arcs. Not a mention of
it. Can’t say it was said. Just in stars, on wings, hearing birdsongs.
No urgency. More persistence.
As it becomes, keep it silent—even when, body myth
doesn’t count.
