Emotion is bred from titillation.
Going into fire, irrational souls, burning under sea,
A boiling brick of ice.
In loving you, I defied myself, I
Erased ink paws. In the flame, as it dies, never
Quenched, ever damaged. Ontic
Whispers, trying harder, always determined: ease
Of a tale, difficulty of the earnest.
Unclear. To live vagueness. To displease
Vulgarity. If to make justice, if to crave Logic,
If to remain with emotion.
Yogic depth. Mystic sensitivity.
Something a man tells a woman; something a
Woman receives.
(for) Emotion is bred of stimuli, imperceptible
Particles, ever relating to neurons. I
Adored talents, ever in depth, losing pieces of
Loneliness. Such
Accuracy; certainly, false correlations. Loving you
Was step climbing—a high building, slipping at
Points, seeing scenery. Every mile is an edifice;
Every belief nears itself into obsession.
