I gave more than natural; needing you, exonerating you, trying where most surrender.
I gave by bone, blood, essence & courage; you died so completely, a ride I must keep,
by a carnival in hells.
Unlike mundanity, sky whispers, dragged in deeper, threshed & thrashed,
most beautiful, most bizarre.
So much to maintain it, so close to ruining self, with you permitting it.
I live by vows, thrust into furies, favored by omens.
Last of fallen graces, rebooted so timely, tugged by terrors;
brought back often, cringing the unacceptable, addicted to chaos, illness of its maze, people were pointing.
They watched. They envied we were living. They asserted themselves, insulated their comments, vexed it took place so long.
What we give in exchange for pieces; fierce realities, passionate taboo, aching in desperation;
storms in thoughts, walls in brains, anything for gentility—a careful enterprise.
In adoring those regions, to have denied harmony, a day of peace goes into skies—
by dramatic moon, drastic profanity, relying on redemption; to call it living, for it yanks at sun fall.
