Trekking a Japanese Garden

I’m deep in shadows, feigning as nonchalant, to miss what came by years: this feral flower, restricted by morals, at nights this urge for fires; to come to justice, kneeling in agonies, prepared to perish by swords: this sheer conviction, as hell would reign, by arts a woman doing justice: those concrete rivers; that fluid sky; that abstract ocean; at travels to live, a bit for dangerous, our minds filled with poisons—or even weeds, as hacking roots, by pains to separate harvest—this wealth of tension, to surrender pages, while musing interior life; to find another, while something mystic, to receive that feeling. I’m deep in nights, adrift NIghtcalls, feeding an inner parrot—racing towards solace, our gates grieving, our spirits bleeding—as seething injustice, this formula for toddlers, while needing to adjust formerly. I see a specter, hovering by habits, while becoming normal; this rich injustice, as losing powers, this miracle of sober reality—as flaming glory, this immortal freedom, something again to pain that gentle heart: those mental meadows; that cello of violence; this rupture concerning facts; to see this chasm, as sudden an ache, where said chasm is justified. I’m growing weary, of suggesting thumps, where said inquiry kills our fury: to grapple with facts, this illucid world, gambling by seams of improbability—to miss that ache, where times are raw—this soul stressed by normality: as casual grins; this fitful occurrence; our thrall as something to trek away from—as sordid through justice, awake through cadence, this want to say it plainly. I’m mere a seed, at rights to investigate, while hungering for something a bit unhealthy: that undergrowth; that deep possession; this bane by arts causing joy—as deep paradox, this inner axiom, as missing that frenzy. I must go deeper, as one deluded, by charms to believe in pure altruism; this contradiction, if times were gentle, where said this, is not unsaid that; while deep in trenches, tugging by aches, aware when something is missing; but never return, as one favored for sympathies, but rather as one as sheer communion; this place in souls, where sails have casted, while running through oceans; to waltz by grace, at tales this agony, where ours becomes richer for running—as sold to powers, while feeling sullen, this want for something that proves harmful: or mere that thought; or mere that possibility; while never to embark upon that journey; as taking this thing, where thoughts were aligned, if maybe by chance we could extract that feeling. I think too much, fumbling as to catch a glimpse, where age has become its torment: this series of promises; this inner kiss, this wisdom by pains our deliverance; as something subtle, where life is colors, as to feel a tinge of heartache; while thinking of self, this selfish slant, as something removed from streams; but what of madness, this thing called life, as something may be troubling a welkin soul—as to increase absence, that yearly churn, this aria a solo voice—to come to grips, as reappearing, this ride as partly instrumental: maybe I ramble, aside for plain thoughts, while hesitant to address this abstract reality; where lions bathe, that furious river, while tigers approach our spirits: that night I needed it; that turn towards sadness; that ache as knowing such presence—that sheer enrapture; that spellbound trance; that inner dimension as needing to give credit; but what are men, this inner visitation, while churned adrift a turquoise sky: as sweeping quicksand; or dancing our rainstorm; this sign as forming symbols. I’ll speak it plainly, this want for communion, while this want to sense wholeness; as worried in parts, while knowing existence, a bit leery of speaking concerns; so more to flowers, those lilies at moons, those roses at stars; to charm through graces, as disappearing, to measure needs; but never that sun, as ever that radiance, those circuits to other souls: this animation, our crazed souls, at odds to speak about desires: that nonplus entity; that miracle joy; our souls as soaring!