I group inside the fire so left in those
dark valleys, the gut so raw the mind breathing or dearly resuscitated, the
lover such an enemy the friend too close where devastation re-futures a dying
man. I sense myself as it comes raging as something subtle to others, or seeing
the flame as torque or residence by powerful influencers. we must in that vein
to dine over rockets so dear a galaxy, by freedom wars to ask a delicate venue
while defining for our milieu, so purposed to love essence while another loves
flesh or another stressed for seeing demons. the palms gripping hope, the mind
grasping probabilities where one is silent a thought those trepid voices: our
angles our soil where one might plant a ghetto, as revamped or rebuilt where so
many have outlived such ambition. so crooked into elation or drowning while
saying nothing or so even it feels like monotony. the value of such beliefs if
but to live as affection or to need raw/pure emotion; or to take by assistance,
in order to fly, while bodies are taking heavy attack; the muscle/music bone
the revving through depression the frontline battle to possess an existence; if
but to drift or to decay while temperament determines options: such myths or
demigods or life as it appears to others!
the
mystic of the ocean the cage in the seas while sinking attempting to rebirth
asphalt. so afloat in mud such a gathering grassroots underdog after something
eluding by design. to come to a conclusion concerning the mistress while it
seems similar: the china the ottoman the big screen television, the sheets the
spread the pillows, in a world asking for the higher essence—if but to live in
accordance to an inner perception!
those
rainbow people, where it lives in psychedelics, at wraths inside or courage to
swim where one provides a reason to resist—those raindrops those hurricanes or
a deliberate endeavor to locate self!
