Thursday, March 19, 2020

Even the Pavement is Analyzing

…let Jesus be fire, such christic scholarship, such healthy blotches; a man pausing or looking peculiar or so strong they attack; to know error to live dysfunction or to cry at the knees of an infant; such explosive feelings such felt remorse while a man dies gripping his ghost….

I rewound softly I came to a window I screamed and woke up cringing; this sweaty chill this dirty grime where one truly struck oil; to see pieces of me or to have a hunch or to belabor something imbalanced; this force at wars this instructive self where some of us were never diagnosed; this normal lion this furious panther or something hurting too deeply to fix.

…she felt cacti she eluded to self-interest and she spent eleven years to prove her circus….

I watched by peripheral. I held her (ba). Life was impending.
I saw wealth or power where she might admit: This one is different!
One is social flame the other is acapela both have met by chorus. Our concerto while so strong where orientations were filtered by witnesses. Our pregnant fugue this furious spark while we can’t hold the sorrow;
maybe so early or late for brunch or suffering by core exospheres.      Such damaged
wires this fretting incision while it was time to forgive; a man to his family a wife to her fire or a child to his lawn.
We sense sensitivity this balance we chase
while dear to misery or on high with fever.
Days are churning by, skies are sensing freedom,
where most are woodwork and cleaver.

…it was rain or cosmic relation while it becomes uneasy physics; to probe like reality to come face-to-face where many are at deeper concern; five steps to survival where some have met insomuch as entertaining something that disrupts; our palms to pottery our minds to charity or this reason to reread religiosity; by choice to live by rationalism to resist where many are giving birth….

something struck like essence
or something familiar where many
are an interruption; to come to this existence to pledge by rites where terror is never calculated; to love in force
such relational affection where strangers have a common communion. or emotion so raw while eyes water but nothing but ghostly air; to have loved as the greatest feat insofar as to have known love; such refuel in me such chief roses while there might be loses. 

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