the room is dark. the keys are screaming.
the kettle is observant. if but to die in you if but so affected we dare not
violate. our superficial love, where Passion is perfect, while insecurities are
doing cartwheels. such sweet devastation sure purity into frustration to have
cloaked so much contempt. by chants to exhaust by rivers to bathe or by doves
to kneel in mud. so, baptize me, what prevents this, such ruthless or variegated
faith. our first genocide our distressed innards if but to lay down
justification. where Love sees blood while a man showers to grip bone those
little monsters. as demented or demons while yelling in a dungeon. pure
allusions or a woman knitting while a warrior croaks for comforts. so amused in
you or so confused in you where Love has ten admirers. that man running if but
for abuse so cultured so deranged or such a gentleman. our womanizing
affliction or her lying affliction where we need to see beauty. so credulous.
so susceptible. or treacherous where he was condemned before meetings. our
volume minds our conditioned experience where one needs to escape the furious
estimation. a soft tempest, an unsung desire, where body to brains to fissions.
sublime selfhood or thunderous treasures so absolute so assertive. at clear mud
so manic it aches while walking through undetected. such a look the body glows
where one is next to a final deliverance. those burning ears or the flaming penial
gland as hearts are warring to feel necessary. our carved guts our breaths
breastplate’d while swords or spears ax away at candescence. the fretted brain
those feelings we negotiate while it couldn’t matter if but a secret. so
spastic or such spasms while surrendering to Ecclesiastes: such kernel embers
such knotted guts as time would knuckle with fusion. our brave banisters where
fretting is worship, such wounds or wrangling into silence or wrath. such a
potent adversary. watching something resistant. while awaiting a thunderclap. a
bag of oranges. a saffron flower. listening to church-bells. (a snowball. covering
its filth. or too hurt to ever retreat.)
