Monday, June 22, 2020

In-Brain Rooms & Foggy Rockets


gnawing silt or severed from life such deep epiphanies—so outrageous where pain seems normal while laughter is steeped in suspicion. much to religiosity an outside source until it became experience: by breastbone by matrix by wombic alligators. such a sunburst while feeling lust where a man sat solitary so long it revamped naturality. so splayed so overlayed but a glimmer to see virtue: a dangerous gust a rush into caves such a slave for ethics. by an older self, a kernel for a nugget, into strange rooms ignoring his bible. a ray of concerts, an opera with Jesus, or screaming, “I love you, Lord.” a snapshot of rain or pavement singing while disrespect unvoiced her lungs. those undertows such underbrush so scandalous while I dare forgive my mirror: such sweet repulsion those Latin Rulers while so immersed it soon became appetite. if but to alter, a peculiar certainty, while morphing into a forbidden personality. upon a raindrop reciting a watchword seated where animals might lash-out; by fretted guts so much goodness where love for one is hatred for another. those souls by shelter, or shattered nerves, an echo strangled by a maxim-net. into a conduit such nectar paradox while it was never my intention. such a powerful current, such a wretched disposition, oh such sunbeam graces! at brains so enthralled our room was animated: people walking unbeknownst to self while a dear fog permeated our quarters.   

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