…we remain silent, at tours with mirrors,
or migrating to self: this subtle exchange, those winters for summers or by
arts, a clairvoyant whisper: our sky-slopes, or metaphorical wigs, where likeness becomes this riddle: such
mystery malaise, alike to wetlands, and so close by wings: our freshwater
platypus, our salty-water crocodiles, and muddy reality weighing softly: this
music our minds, or aquatic membranes, or aquatic anguish: those pushy
insights, this palm of vitamins, and prehistoric emotion—where days are
thought-castles, while yawning systematically, or tapping into extinct
feelings: our evolution, our right brain, while reality becomes hostile to
instincts: to topple sideways, as if golden-wheel-spiders, where wasps are
implanting seeds: this shorn agony, as thought to confess, this planet of rain:
at sunshine weeping, at daybreak tugging, to find this hope for day-fall: our
dry imprints, or vocal radiance, to find this gaze associated with public
presentations: as sad scorpions, or grumpy scorpions, to sing of pure
venom….
…feelings carry toxicity, or
transparencies, becoming with variations: those thrusting variables, or
meditative nights abed, appalled by riveting snores: such inner motion, or
predating emotions, leaving our souls to wander: this joy in others, our
clinging natures, our wells bubbling
forth: as jasmine lizards, upon jasmine deserts, or to vanish a nameless
specious: our wonder at wars, or our hearts at miracles, or our minds thinking
as beautiful vultures…such terror, to
state it plainly, our battles with depression: this intrusive creature, this
invasive warrior, at shearing our guts: such as undertakers, or undulations,
forcing self to unravel: at times to fit, about something literary, where it
feels perfect to fawn: this English Reality, or Latin Rules, where two sit
patiently….
…such literature is subtle, while whispers
are ignored, where imposing emotion is examined: our papaya and cheese, or
those amorous elks, or this sudden observant essence: those dragonflies, their
mating styles, or majestic hummingbirds: or acrobatic feelings, or casual
compositions, while readers agree with silence: our running shrews, our chasing
rattlers, to witness pure agility: this leaping force, or such distorted
heaters, while adrenaline races through brains: those sharp turns, or moonrise
ambitions, while singing an internal tune….
…as sung our glory, such godship radiance,
while observing mystery: our sky-pirates, such caustic souls, or to awaken seamlessly
alone: this threaded ransom, this odd way, or emotion leading to irrational
analyses: those graves winking, our sordid attraction, as we forgive such
timeless infraction…our patterns needled, our miracles with slight, or hours to
sunrise: such wing-like texture, or our casual reminders, where one may nigh
that page: thus, was channeled, or broken into living, while inanimate reality
poised with grace: our foolish hives, this reckless honey, while idiosyncrasies
become plaintiffs….
