What
by love those meanings; to find such titillation, plus, that monster’s air,
wherefore, mirrors cause vanity’s distresses; or by tears to suffer, those
achy, vulnerable sensations, whereby, it afflicts by sheer fever to gaze upon
our beloved? I adventured a faze; at love by confusion; or was it life
constructing this fortress of jails; to pardon our souls, wherewith, that
depreciation, by which, this bluish tulip our symbol of sorrows. We spoke by
frequencies: laughing internally; singing by cadence; responding with sensory,
thereto, that seeping extension; while ever we perished, our eyes envied, our
trebled cleats clutched in marshy soil. I’m falling by nausea, abandoned by
color, as one would pillage to communicate effectively by their prized silence:
our cultures grieving; this method lost to feelings; at measures, to avoid
those wailing meadows by nothingness; those
bolts of monotony; this coming into fortune, whereby, fortune dissipates; as
living forever that ride into deserts our camels seated awaiting kindness; or
to kick a donkey, as such would speak, by pains to chastise such madness by
prophets. Our responses discourage feelings; but, nonetheless, we acknowledge
deception; while weary to communicate, for self-consciousness becomes a force.
I saw conviction; that secret psychoses; at all times so enchanting. I would
court fair insanity, while displaying insanity, where said insanity would flee.
It serves as a signpost; this banner outwitting its creator; whereat, becomes a
session of inner turmoil; hereto, we convey our woes; that psychologist
carrying duress; or that psych carrying affliction. We surmise by myths; our
predicaments a touch dissimilar, while traveling familiar vestibules; insomuch,
as tentacles—those scaly particles, piercing glass-thoughts, as shards sprinkle
into our membranes. I see such as sawdust or more those mazelike fibers or more
this person skiing our synaptic gaps—as such by inverted miseries, this
melancholic joy, hitherto, sipping in passing. We die with passions, as
disgruntle pegs, while thrust into a tent of disharmony; heretofore, this jaded
disposition, while life is rushing its torrents, abused mainly by an inner
mechanism: that soft anguish; our fastidious moods; our habits becoming
troublesome—as daring to speak, mistaking something seemingly trite, where
lights glisten once that message is revived; that terrible sin by jinn(s) of
glory, whereto, acts become this admeasured glory; or else to deaths, by
pressures unbeknownst, this assertion contained in too much power. (Must we
perish, for falling from grace, this man becoming a pariah? I trekked city
alleys and mental forests trampled by insidious cravings; as beauty would kill
science, while science emotes passion, wherefore, our hearts would thump by
mere a thought; to have that sensation, these valleys of truths, to ponder so
deeply our lights shimmer through darkness). I must confess those jasper
elations, where sun to tears those edgy regrets: this stubborn soul, as seated
in perils, to have lost a great deal chasing our inner pavements; to come to
life, while becoming solid, and, too, a measure distinguished as frigid;
wherefore, are woes, as humans are sensitive, as desiring that gentle touch;
but more contagious is that fevered knowingness, where behavior becomes an
adventure; that inner slant, as comported through structure, at which, comes
this sense of chaos: our rumbling stomachs; our keen perceptions; as, too, becoming
this semi-detached alien; but, nonetheless, this seeking of promise, as
administering a series of passages, in which, behavior is admeasured through
constructed intuition; indeed, a curse, but more to glory, as found roaming
those cavy valleys, at stressors for clearance, while dying this grave of
rebirths. (I should advise about this terrible loss, where amazements comes
through pure innocence, while precepts and premises prevent total harmony: that
inner person, growing through studies, at temptations to prejudge persons: that
torn disdain; that deep vulnerability; this treacherous paradox).
