Friday, March 6, 2020

Swan Intestines


We become spirit, this dissertation, while it unravels; to reread our crystals or to evaluate our rhinestones or painted in turquoise oceans; while to adore is less than to tolerate where a Swan is millennia legacies;

so rooted in beliefs, but are they interrogated, where by failure they are jettisoned? If only a miracle while we claim religiosity where we’re forced to comply; this rare creature, or deceiving spirit, while essence is bloody cryptic; but a doctor livid or a pharmacist addicted or a consumer breaking accounts—or a priest that’s lonely or a millionaire under rugs or perfect mirrors crackling; such sweet happiness while we vie for joy where comforts are often deceptive; so much activity or so many agonies while humans ignore their futures; a passage of grass this nectar surrendering or this apricot sensation; but a mature agent, she polishes skies, if but to sing a purple opera; those dear enchants this cultic horizon while chaff and gathered or pensive and wistful; almost our last decision or almost our first conclusion to wonder if this messy element is permanent; indeed, so much vexing, or so discolored, while we discover our minds; or so influenced where realities blur or dynamite appears so beautifully; but aches and pains or joys and malaise while there in thought we wonder about ifs.

I should assert love, or pull more, but many are unaware how the soul functions; to claim insights, this grandiose measure, but I believe I earned a few traits:

those inner hospitals those few psychs or this world as it watches; but a magazine moment or a long-distance brochure or magenta diaries; as loving you is easy while getting to nerves is drastic or repainting our guts is furious. Our last policy our indoor mechanics or our shoes getting tired; this frequent complaint, this mean father, but heart to brains it has adored the Swan.  

In you is a diamond this reason to mine this cave to explore.
Each scene is mesmerizing, each seahorse is fawning, while you within desires intimacy—this mental guidepost this interior signpost
or fire to bones or aches to marrow; indeed, a serious Swan, a lethal fixture             at terrors or renegotiation!

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