We share differences, eager for solace. Life is complex, rubies are simplistic. It took some time to relax a little. So gelid, thawing out, made raw. I asked myself, so wildly, a curse in sunrise. To sense intimacy, whatever channel, threshed by beliefs—such a courteous soul. I wouldn’t say life is complete. It seems business is quite esoteric. I think bad thoughts, dreamy at times, trying to keep composure—a drifting spirit, such courageous jealousy. I awoke in a mood. I understood origin. Someone was meditating. Someone was pondering life. So many miles apart, such training. Some go to heaven. Some live out hells. So grand, such ontology—we outgrew doubts. Such a debt—so parched, listening, brave ontic winds. Either intense or diluted—piecemealing feathers, a man is always trying, some make it look difficult. I met many in life. I was unclean. For many, they make into koans, such tentative dispositions … much love to the fallen. And Love could be insane, keeping it balanced, at it, wrestling, threshed to bone, grit tired. To imagine good times, souls knowing variances, across a room, one glance, one meaning. I was roaring about a phantom, let it be said, it’s human, and it’s mental. I ask that I always be responsive—by pressure zones, by aesthetic, by spirit chemical; sullen goodbyes. I know it weeds itself out—it knits intimate visions—it dies to itself.
