Tuesday, March 24, 2020

No Longer Build That Way


—it comes to mind by emptiness or fullness so sudden into communication; to have venture in you but lost for clarity so spacial so electric so recorded; but cliffs and blue moons but hibiscus

and history or a man sane enough to sense something’s askew; so affected or disaffected so cured or too much while landscapes point to irritations; to lose lusts to gain religiosity where one is observing those pits or ditches those animals in us at something according to its winnings—

…so darkened or so feeble while we reach for completion, those terrible inconsistencies or raging over existence to need or want or forking our intestines—our battling winds to fracture so

early but a motif discussed in his life, or threaded a daughter or wreckage our development so dear to life such white owls; (the soil is rich and grandfather is at debates where grandmother

would incite a feeling; those inward tributes those longer roads while so many are accustomed to quarantine); but to have you might be fever or to seduce life might be fire, or more, to adore as so close we feel pain pinching….

—angelic love or turquoise oil where we shift so often, as to see you in colors or to wonder closely where it’s often in me; the girt of loins the folly I dream about or so reckless and

forgiving as told to self or characterized by critiques where it must always be perfect: the feud must be nice, the river must be warm, and the tassel must be for ceremony; but ink or pencil, but

life or semblance while this lake has its chalice; so battled with time, such deliverance by perception, or to sense that this is a gifted woman; so close to saying—Good, this offense word

while many are wondering about such meaning; whereby in Tibet—a lotus whispers, or a kitten is incarnated by shivers or coincidence or life as determined by experiential definitions—

…you were dipped and smelted or so wonderful in person while I wander and ripple over your truer conceptions, to flute outwardly or to surf a feeling where it seemed so polite; (a soul

catches a glimpse or a soul aggravates conditions while one just needed to feel attractive; this leverage in parts this Levite down deeply or so lost one is waiting for something that requires

action; our kingdom on earth our souls in deepness or to pass-away so faithful to Armageddon; neither human nor religious or neither comfy or dissatisfied—these are states of affairs….   

—so much the seahorse or lemurs surfing while I deviate or dig into something hurting; to drift at times or to adore emptiness while this is twofold; on one hand, it is goodness, while on the other hand, it means inactivity—this force we desire or this element we shun while adoring something blindly is both (normal and dysfunctional); so how to fantasize—without sheer guilt—wherein travesty is so reknitted;
those fringes or those developed spirits where most need Eternity—

I’d Save The Reader Years

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