We
reappear to self, after those moments, realized in yearnings: those captive
webs, this remote person, seeming so confident: this life by architecture, this
interior edifice, at deep island projections: our cozy doubts, our infectious
smiles, at laughs and anguish and depletion: or radical perception, our cups
brimming lightning, our thunderous souls: at deliberate cadence, so attuned to
something subterranean, our ebbs flowing into consciousness: such rabid
feelings, such racial concerns, or painting murals with iron: those relatable
emotions, this relatable instance, while communing with Mysterium: those lakes
rushing, our minds at symphonies, our guts feeling preferences: to perish so
gently, searching for softer whispers, while enjoying nuances: our purple
insanity, sensing a person’s palace, while seeming forced to acknowledge
superiority: but ours was sincere, so capital, requiring indifferent efforts:
at beauty so effaced, at cartoons and caricatures, or brought to self such
weeping: our souls racing, our tigers resting, while cheetah instincts roam our
lodges: this man with reflection, this test through chimes, where souls are
coerced to multitask: those dark alleys, this dark haven, so dark, so thunder,
so enlove with sensing: at sudden fire, at sudden water, so liquid, so
tunneled, so gracious.
…so
required to perish, so cherished by few, so agonizing, so charming: our souls
in webs, our clocks battling, our ceiling vase whispering: this angular
attraction, as a man senses confusion, where bodies are left moistened: this
rush through existence, this warring trapeze, while inclined to churn away:
such impish souls, such dynamic feelings, where malaise possesses its crush….
…so
wide and afar, this scar in brains, this intrinsic science: our beating
legacies, so revved at seconds, so forgotten at moments: this chase by nature,
our revered dynasties, while unseen, unchecked, and fretting into oblivion: at
delicate usage, to realize familiarity, or occupied by occupation: those elements
pacified, something new with wings, where neither are fully present: this wager
with men, those fulfilled increments, while chasing orbits, or petting
pavements: so electrified, so cadent, reborn in something with limits: our
demarcations, our hands-on approaches, while sentenced to happenstance: at
charming chains, or relevant passions, so at tension with evidence: our minds
deducing, our interiors calculating, while realizing we’ve suggested something
partial to pains: those fleeing returns, this fretted valley, this sky-fixture:
so filled with terrors, so abandoned to horrors, while charged with decisions….
…so
captured by insistence, so resistant to existence, or so charmed we need each
second: those rosary feelings, this revved profanity, so captured by something
fleeing its horizon: at acme renditions, at apex stimulation, where something
inherent becomes something chased: this bad reflection, this intricate reality,
where we need those seconds: if but to fly existence, if but to review something
giving life, our essence so driven, so demanding: as casual souls, reduced to
feelers, or so insane as to repeat negative habits: this loss in minds, this
treacherous report, while we seek different results: but days are fierce, while
dementias are lonely, where reality shall purchase idle existence: this person
at brain-cliffs, this island at architecture, or such intellectual agriculture:
something in city participation, or something to our restricted worlds, while
pursuing something otherworldly: our realized weaknesses, our arthritic
emotions, so inclined to take center stage: or cautious souls, realized in soft
tears, while running into something familiar: those sullen spirits, those
childhood vibrations, or plain at deep admiration: this planet of scientists,
those trenchant psychologies, while attraction seems pretty evolutionary….
