years
would expand or something unique where beauty was unapproached. our minds
projecting where Agony is alone or such nectar too bitter to digest. it was
miles to agreement, while it meant to let go, as one effected by chaos. such muddy
lakes or oiled pigeons our spills into vanity.
relaxing
agencies. purer gravity. after dimensional arcs.
at
intervals it damages or at pride it hurts while we want too much; to adore like
dying or to lean upon like handicapped while sweet ransom tugs at integrity; so
exclaimed or adaptive where reasoning becomes divisive: panicked redemption, or
paranoid indifference, where motive is more important than action: sleek, lustrous
flame, or bleak addiction, so informed by desire. to travel deserts trekking
through cities beneath raging red-hot heat.
we
live in pleasures or rough turns or both. children are often exempt from their
reality. by an inability, to reflect deeply, while violins are racing the
cosmos.
it
was terror such sweet syrup while Love possessed many highlights. courage was
required, boldness won its charms, where it was fun then tragic. it lived in
cocoons it wailed at wilderness it was on a foreign land. so effaced where ink
was indelible while souls drank Korbel. but Anxiety was precious, it obsessed
over its beauty, it needed occupants; as vinyl fell or ivory paused to find
such deep distance between behaviors; indeed, something grand, something
addictive, even something lonely. while debating our course, it happened
quickly, this is how addicts live. we rush through torpedoes we feel endless
while we need more adrenaline.
how
fair the trumpet into combative cries where sickness becomes prominent!
we
sat at a portico we praised saints or souls or perceptions or conceptions. we read
fleece or shoulders after serenity or reception. lines were burnished, stanzas
were polished, where a man spent three years on a poem; such overcast or
nightmarish beauty while decency is to acknowledge, palm realities, then move
forward; our deficits, they become musical, they clutch integrity.
by
benediction where minds utter desolation while second thoughts mimic touché;
but letters, as they appeal to existence, or as they speak to your face; torn
adolescence a rough adult-life while edgy or knitted to childhood—so insecure
but ever so brave while a signal brings that young soul to light—that runner
that marathon participant while the gun rang while Little Sin was churning;
cloven in twain or berries with hypertension or sensitive to a drastic fault—to
come to persistence or dial at random where anyone has answered—our dismal joys
our determined happiness where a soul becomes purposed impassivity.
