I need
life more strangeness our uncanny uncles our splinters or miracles.
It would
be nice this person pleading skies or doctors explaining wishes; this guessing
whistle too close to satisfy or too conglomerate to pacify;
by consumer
affections, or purely unforgiving, or opened and dying and laughing and crying;
this sapphic creature, this ontic observant, or by orphic categories. to have died and become a
ghost so threaded into a daughter’s hearing or miles to the phoenix so Egyptian
or those tortured unrealities.
I need
more strangeness our uncanny aunties our splinters or miracles.
I took
a sickle to us, aside monk-cloth, and oiled a cross; to unveil sanity to rule
sacrifice while some of us have never felt gorgeous; our soul-wear, our mind-furnace,
while concerned about genetic feelings; indeed, such personality, by
experiential design, where it feels like recrimination; this emotional dibber
or this caricature pruner while left with an eroding garden; if but more be
un-anchored or erased from memories where so much has been typed inwardly; but
wound-wear gazania or spirit-wretched dogbane while something shows
appreciation; this man his longevity, this soul-keeper running, or this teacher
exposed to freesias; such bungalow debates, over an oblivious angel, where
something has become hebetated—but I’ll give a secret, in this world of rainbows,
until met by love the void is a hurricane!
I wrestle with reality,
this fragile existence, while wishing to unblock those waterfalls; or
needing the best in us while suffering iniquities a man so dearly
embarrassed; both doctrine and dogmas or inordinate worship and so near to
becoming strange; to see successes so dear to literature or to meet, become
influenced, or cross our electricity; this feud in me this cantankerous
knee-jerking while I know that I felt something; this unclear battle, where one
is sudden into uneasiness, prior to mental designation; to feel first, and to discern
later, in a war challenging our credibility; (so moving, this race inside,
while most feel unaccomplished; indeed, our arrogance or humility or both). I felt
so charged, it was hard to see, but rain and snow or gorilla or human; our
desert luggage, or this genetic rift, while one has been difficult to compass. It
becomes a target it becomes responding, if not, it becomes an outburst; our
warrior components, as risky debaters where it becomes difficult while something
distresses sociability;
our souls or daughters,
our wins by loses, while so furious.
