...this
immortal dance, this chimney smoke, this social smaze: as mazes formed, or
captures ingested, our days to counting bars: our cultic music, our cultic
lives, our cultic secrets: this omission with chimes, this deep exhilaration,
or our bodies speaking to inner lamps: this caged existence, this marvelous
existence, this creature a bit evolved: this weeping willow, this frantic man,
or our memories becoming tangible: this touching post, those welkin dreams,
this fabulous daughter: where souls dwell, this barrage of insights, this
biblic chancellor: indeed, to Love’s
Palace,
as embraced as freezers, to feel supreme enlightenment: this space by monks,
this blessedness by nuns, this castle by Protestant Priests. I find with life, this steep enchantment, this
harness upon agonies: this man to mourning, this woman to converging, as two
become but this night of passion: our inner seers, this intuition, those gravid
epiphanies: this attraction to Light, this mortal uneasiness, this space
attributed to un-channeled malaise: those algae ponds, this flippant turtle, or
days to privies: this elusive soul, this moral person, this fabulous friction:
to sin with remorse, as Augustine so gently, or at horrible battles with
Luther: our dreams cagey, our hearts to spears, our apples spliced in your
favor: this photic Ghost, this phantom by names, this address as linguistic
invention: indeed, but groveling, indeed, but pride, indeed, those similar
mishaps: as men surfing, seated in guillotines, and admonished for myopic thoughts:
where mother ushers, if but that second, to condemn one for inactivity. I whisper softly, chanting homespun metrics,
or writing to our senators: this space in time, this daughter to inheritance,
this force as driven: as minutes with psychs, or hours with thoughts, to sip
for this push towards composition: this sober enchant, this somber light, this
wretched feeling: if but to live, as thought he did, to ask for clarity by
realization. I know for ghosts, these
cleaving tentacles, this nexus of affairs: our Garnier, this place for
cleansings, or such by Maybelline—to run through fields, fraught by ghetto
dreams, to meet as assumed this pristine jewel: our crumbling eyes, our
crumbling arcs, this venture as a homeless man: indeed, with hells, as accustomed
to ruins, while it felt good to converse with Abbots: our captured scars, this
spiritual direction, our studies by hibernation: (this fabulous excursion, this
talkative nature, this silent dolphin: or royal ethics, this best for persons,
while studied for peeking at our arête: this remarkable creature, this deep
resentment, this walking incentive—to dance as charmed, to insist upon justice,
or merely live according to dynasties: those high-standards, those deep
liaisons, or by guts to steady for composure: this tale in souls, this push
towards Glory, this painful ingestion): whereto, this deep comparison, as one
for [the] other, where, either/or,
becomes this prolific battle: indeed, to live by justice, or to die unjust,
where one enlightens unto godliness. I
aim by ideals, pictured as this fool, while true deliverance proves too heavy:
that is, we tend to proclivities, with little to no sandpaper, while abasing
souls for this glorious venture: those horrifying mirrors, this outlandish
countenance, those high-suggestions: at terrible closures, with terrible
results, while chasing a similar outcome: this fool in me, this winner in you,
while all for sameness we visit our doctors: this typical passion, to feed that
typical need, to arrive at something atypical: those jogging emotions, this
plan for optimism, or this realization that something seems askew: (to ignore
doubts, while living skeptically, or more to heart, this abused cynic): our
casual retreats, this opus sinner, our torn transgression: as finding gods, to
settle for God, where interaction becomes necessary: at Proverbs for years, at
Psalms by decades, at tears by rulers: this rubric credenza, this temperamental
cadenza, this captive soul studying for partial freedoms: this daughter’s
inheritance, as dancing afar, to encourage this elemental research: our carried
libraries, our inner chapels, or our churches becoming bridegrooms.
