…considered
in detail, ravished by addiction, lost and found and gathered particles: our
days to passion, lingering attraction, or spaced for controlled subtly: those
vales and panic, those landscapes and terror, those curves so aesthetic: our
values conflict, those deep movies, this old school Rake: as changed and
laughing, to sense retribution, to lose something so cherished: those new
feelings, that old escape, or this terrifying vessel: a tussock and tears, our
soil through years, at this notebook cemetery: if but this ache, if but those
rescues, if but something so loyal it dies gradually: as often we live, to then
awaken, while fretting twenty percent: those dark alleys, this mental gift,
those harbinger chains: to confess feelings, to feel rejected, to pine softly:
such lissome cries, such deep business, such watchful grains: this pebble
island, this not too far, or needing
something from strangers: such throat cuffs, such wired morals, while compromised
by contenders: to whistle a wheel, to wax waywardly, or so whet with wilting:
this vest and veil, this veneer and vacuum, this vex and violence: to die by
graces, to adore our temples, or longing for particular museums: at nightingale
fantasies, if but a gentle caress, as we travel to something familiar: our
internal charms, this chime our vent, so valiant, so vagrant, so condemned….
…something
engendered; something like music; or deep illusion as if religious turmoil:
this moving respect, this deep appreciation, while many are buckling: such
pressure this life; such unknit miracles; at persons seeking an exit: this
price in feelings, this cadence in emotion, to feel surprised by intensities:
our old memoirs, so thrust with science, to embark and learn about mental
motion: this conglomerate system; our hearts exchanging particles, our souls
participating: moreover, a treacherous scar, those nights a cold pillow, or
mother tugging her son: as men learn, as women maneuver, while elders glance,
sip, and speak to horizons: our soaked sponges, as without redemption, so
subtle raging resistance: alliterations, at contradiction, something holy
sinning by graces: such deeper meadows; such rich annihilation; or so involved
we sense alienation: this internal machinery, while removed from passions, but
thrust, therein: this climbing hillside, this deep infraction, this angel
seated upon an ink-pen: to weep gently, or to sob hysterically, where an
audience has little to offer: such cold self-preservation, such radicalized
avoidance, while too many hands frighten us: furthermore, a curse, to feel so
deeply, as sick sensations: as not for vulgar, but more this adolescent, while
underdeveloped: to court passion, kneeling at sunrise, or collapsing at
sundown: those few we desire, while terms condition us, where dynasties suffer
a selfish ruler: our nails in mud, our bodies moist, while prayer becomes beads
of sweat: to die with us, to adore with us, to lose something akin to us….
…a
pumpkin carriage, at Cinderella, or awakening from dreams: to sense disgusts,
to charm a freezer, or, inadvertently, to seduce our winds: this mental
whisper, this inner fire, those respected fences: to poke at death, to rekindle
an infant distaste, while provoking adult proclivities: our thoughts aflame,
our boundaries ablaze, while it felt good to feel something: those jacket chains, or this runaway ladder, while
palming mistakes: that soothing calamity, those uncouth urges, or those urgent
escapes: at flame and tetras, at aches and passion, to be there drifting into strangers: our public cafés, our private
offices, as officials of such grandeur: and still, and, notwithstanding, and
something shattered lately: those sky-textures, this raining fire, at souls and
lost by souls: our reversed memories, always at hindsight, to adventure upon a
future memory: our senses in us, our values molding us, our sins instructing
invisibility: at key lamps, such negative/positives, in this vacuum of
conditions….
