It took anxiety to utter affection; soundness by decision, to wander into a soul, to knit excellence; vow of one heart, love as cushion, erecting a powerful ark. With tomorrow unpromised, holding to one gaze, life of one spirit, courage to feel vulnerable. By mystic enchantments, gentle chants, dying in one’s resurrection, living through one’s deaths; farmer of a garden, seals in Revelation, doing all to sustain it, doing more to unveil it; walking catacombs, reading petroglyphs, unseen inside, mythic and metaphysical. Seeking something spectacular; in hearing snippets drop—tension availing, an undercurrent of hostility, a soul becomes enamored; something about friction, frustration, feral hormones; conscious dreams, casual daggers, cordial dungeons. A soul would adore, for it needed life, an illusion becomes a force, a curse becomes a dream; a bitterness to it, perceived as sweetness, if to arrange one’s circumstances. With needing comes a component—to desire comes an affection, to worship comes an obsession. True benthic infatuation; electrified galvanization; when a socket charges a memory—we seem to feel possessed. A language fettered. A heart filled with chainsaws. One enormous undertaking. To understand forces, as driven from wells, to determine properties, to silence violins.
