I
don’t see invisibility, but
I
feel it as it arises, with such disposition to listen.
This
creek forest, those waves in limbo, or
this
purgatorial trip through ghettoes.
I
sought fruit I laughed with clowns our faces painted tragically.
But
it was fever to love as does a blind emotion so
cured
in you; where days are shortened for joy is ramped while we pass into oblivion;
such
a threat to self while ignoring anti-happiness while
fooled
into a false intensity.
I
can’t avoid this frequency while
ambling
gently at
occasion
to pamper a feeling; such
related
shifts as in just this moment while asking for something made improbable:
secure
longevity, intimate outflanked passion, where reality seems so insync.
Those
glorious furious eyes, this morning awakening so asleep, while
Love
is asking concerning my next eclipse.
The
nights are inviting as
breath
whispers my nostrils
to
have with deepness this reason
to
peace with deaths;
those
long living souls, this
etching
into my peripheral, while
I
used to long for something a romantic soul would dream.
At
terrible realities, to
know
such core in spirits, while
we
cross a line and deaths become normal.
While
most would chase life or
erase
complexity
some
are only with peace
where
hell is screaming.
