Such terrific honesty, afore eyes to see. Over keys, piano reins, porcelain terrors. So wrong in rectitude; confusing confessions. In seeing what was loved, in feeling flame, one was left with doubt. By soul; by culture. Turquoise contour, made ephemeral in spirit, ever so rational, a soul to appetites. Such color, polished precisely, challenge and sacrifice. A younger essence would’ve died to lusts: pensive penchants sit with maturity. So rare, alike to a spell, surreal and mantic, dice rolling, they fall haphazardly; such is hope, watching what we ask for, mesmerized by flesh. All of what we become is subject to rebuilding, all of what we profess is subject to reassessment. Amazed by influence, when a soul appears. So much appeal; so readily eager; so tenderly moved. It's hell trying to refocus future guessing, one hunch in spirit’s favor, such upkeep, such maintenance. With rebukes made internal to have become rewired. If to harness scales, if to sail seas, if to unveil some mathematical science; neat glasses, all white apparel, such terrific honesty, afore eyes to see. So hauntingly forward; so temporal; so much climbing. It was not meant as it erupted; it dies where it evolved—short spurts of passion, helium voiced, floating as we perish. Over serenity; under echoes. Soreness in tribal measure—courage to impassion a second, to partake of a vision, soul of its ache, ache of its haunting.
It starts off impromptu, stemming from a glimpse: metaphysical daydreams, abstract hopes. With images sprouting, with gentle imposition. Trekking valleys. Pleading fate. To envision by whiff of measures: in glancing back on behavior, when affectation was raw—upon hopes, by miracle—each whisper. Loving seems relevant, it should with cache, such terrific honesty, afore eyes to see. Cellos voice bashfully. Violins fill up with fury. In needing what appeared it became affectionate. In desire to realize imperfections—depth of dreams, desperate compassion. Those years aged in dying; small funerals; one final trumpet, one temporal infatuation. (It may be hoped one would affix to soul doing anything to augment passion, a tenderness soul, a fixating on excellence soul, as needed, we give birth to features.) Such terrific honesty, afore eyes to see; desiring gentility in spirit, affirmed in vulnerability, still facing instincts—to battle for perfection, to give all in winds. Sweet helium voiced; fluid incantation. With rebukes internal to have become rewired. If to enchant in passing, concretized in a moment’s action, furry by its passion. To wax so youngly; furious feelings, or analytical emotions, to fall into a fret—over something temporal. Those with experience of fleeting perfections, visceral emotion, cadent curiosity.
