I sense in demure a woman wiser than many. A man is set to believe best as wills itself. Anxiety of my cross. Walk of my life; anguished by beauty, crazed over suffering. I sense in demure a woman seized by life, managing multifaceted mansions. Unlike many, maintaining ties, surfing tides, an upsurge of realities. (A little freshet at times. We bring it back.) Honor of a soul’s grave. Magnet of a spirit’s brains. Fire of my flame; life of my deaths. So many moths! I stand in admiration, amazed by anomaly, such goodness inside, chasing sunshine. Such heaviness, heaving up a future, so furtive inside, with getting closer, with touching spice, one feels like running. It’s too much; daylight is seldom sweet, nightfall is seldom safe: mirror of ponds, lakes of injustice, as for love, it seems shaky at points; so much beauty in danger, so secure those thirty minutes, so intimate those few numen skies. I sense in demure a longer process, best of a furnace, kiln of chi, chiseled to precision: life is war! I sew. You sew. We dance. Arts are invisible. At a given second, deep darkness, grappling with sunbeams, trying to see clearly. I notice an understanding of decorum, deeper receptivity, a radiant smile, a weeping to it all, imperceptible to its reality. Such a wrecking ball, pushing fragments, diligent to keep it all by treasures.
Sky calligraphy, excellent pressure. Trying to hear life, mental elements, accustomed to uncertainty, asking Fate for guidance. Love sees further, part avoiding repetition; having given a lung, having passed away, still solid, given all to endure. (That’s fire, skyscraping, soaring, a little sad, looking at a nonending component. I felt fey. I thought to you. I paused. Most of a dungeon key; rapid motion, a vow meant so much, those years during youth. Wanting to believe, swayed against cogent thoughts; sold a soul, asked for a retake, denied and forced to live it out.) A jagged road, palming gravel, feeling reality, writing a thesis. Looking to balance out before clouds fall. And Love analyzes; might do on a moment’s notice, might wait until seas dry.
