I
passion wildly; such brilliance subverted; such wilderness and eagles: to have
dug a trench, this reservoir of ambivalence, those pebbles speaking music:
alive at parts, semi-vacant at marrow, a solace confusion: at something
misleading, at something made crooked, rehashing something reprobate: our
deepest grays, pitted in colors, or absence restructuring morals: our feudal
distress, livid concerning lies, where reality points to something troubled: those
fair cyan skies, this class in mysticism, or days uncovered before our
neighbors: while souls are calculating, such mythical anatomy, while it grows
tiring this certain angle: our educated audience, those honey-guide-birds, or
this banishment by righteousness: but life is secular, while life is religious,
but more, reality, as pure essence, as scientific: such mediocrity, my life is
chains, our realism seeming to miss something: as souls listen, as souls watch,
where rumors blur time: our mirrors chasing us, for we cannot escape behavior,
this subtle vice requiring alterations: those tailored responses, those quick
defenses, while one merely inquired about weather: such art filled delusion,
such reckless abandon, such love as appealing to gravel: our chase at
philosophies, our penchants concerning theologies, our battles through meaning
and valued existence: this charm about winning, those psalmic loses, or ebbing
through houses of illusion: this wading terrific, this interior vice, or so
lost it becomes reality: this need to rule, this kingdom of souls, this careful
emperor: at high terrors, while gripping reigns, where something must be
refused: this subtle curse, as a person gathers, where certain thoughts are
required: this monopoly on knowledge, this need to repeat as exactly received,
this need to employ pure pathos: or
years at worship, foreign to scriptures, while debating our pastors: this soul
losing, this life a bit lonely, but inner necklaces charm a particular vision:
if but to apologize, where souls are watching, while whispers spread certain
laundry: such catnip excitement, while forcing perceptions, at tyranny to
discredit one through mockeries: as might seems right, while places have been
administered, where rebel minded souls are discouraged: but this is life, as
never I could, but I ponder Socrates: this shabby fellow, this gifted orator,
this hemlock victim.
I
imagine furtive behaviors; I imagine particular animosities; but more
importantly, excuses grow wearisome—as souls gather figs, as dream-birds build
nests, while something drastic has taken place: such valued feelings, our
daughters innocent, our senses aching for clarity: our contours testifying, our
brains raging against our shoulders, our tragic innocence: as never by
intention, and never a false witness, while never to touch anything
unwholesome: this puritan existence, where things are righteous, while
discoloring comes by authority: this feeling bubbling, those memories ensuing,
our intuition demanding clarity: (but his
is silence, absence, and sheer disrespect: while hers is trust, perfection, and
honesty: this wall preaching man, this losing force, and such obstinate values
concerning absolute reality: we churn at this, for Love is gray and touchy and
prone to ostracize criticisms: our deep dilemmas, our needs to maintain
distance, our souls cleared for mistakes): as returning minds, or bipolar
Bastilles, this individualized absolution: as desiring evaluation, as wallowing
in riddles, where rules are altered continuously: this fair condemnation, those
unfair restraints, while love means, dismiss
as I have dismissed: or solemn tragedy, while we ignore pictures, where
something serious has lodged in our barriers: our universal Dove, our seabed
minerals, our melodic instrumentals: while disappointed, at those particular
images, while innocence has never committed an infraction: this realized tale,
this deep resistance, where certain realities demand a hearing: as one is super
righteous, another is octopus righteous, where both have destroyed their
images.
