the sweetness
of kef the green islands or so precise it is wrong. so curdled in liquor so
afar I reach or so laminate I’m murky. those
replays
those pavement beliefs while undercut or stubborn:
a
soul must suffer
it
is indeterminate but
such
sweet misery. our minds gunning as secluded in public where notifications are
superficial.
I saw
aura or lime lights or terror so near it ached.
an unclad
miracle so much a linchpin to face tragedy and ponder your lead.
so much
weaving so entwined while so much further into acceptance; a vignette
struggling a sonnet so contemporary where evolving carries mandalas.
the
meadows carry energy the coyotes are wonderful or the tree-ghosts are leery.
there becomes a
challenge, by our controlling souls, we must unclamp and become freedom.
this
incredible
notion, as night grew tentacles
while
it was safer to color grass.
so alchemic
or so bedded into anything with comforts; such amazing penalties for such
honesty while we hate mirrors; maybe a kind mirror, maybe a mirror that’s
glitter, or even a nonintrusive mirror;
our
core perceptions, so linked to early years, while examination might alarm us;
we might see an addict, this stunted reality, while sobriety means growing up
again;
so
deposited into emotions
such
unkempt strata
where
resistance is met by tenacity.
auguries so congested
or oracles so close while a swan is the rune of silence; to have such beauty to
die so early while picknick’n indelible sorrows.
…and
afar, even strapped to heart, this
linguistic
grenade; this wraith in us, if but
such
ivy this palatial disadvantage; to
strum
values or to thrum morals into a
compass
into a vase; where night flutes
a
song into monster gusts so close to
remodeling
feng shui; those tears at chimes while touching fireflies where seas are upsurging;
so different it aches or so different it feels terrific; so deathless a woman
of articles while so compelled by an interior elf….
