try
by accordion those wings so technical or entangled auras. the dying to live or
orchestra pain or so much underbrush. as a fasting, fastidious, fiery soul; so
secluded by a whisper where father-talk is taboo. topaz eyes or marigold eyes
or too long away to recollect. the naked skies the fraternizing sun or such
sweet sorrow. to believe in essence such depth to escape or filled by peril,
pain, & patience; an event so torturous such testimony thrown into favorite
perceptions. or to fret over love to wander while wondering those caves so
awesome so abandoned where it was nice to stipple a memory. by reptilian genes
or caiman brains while times cause worry: nontransparent or nonexistent as
never with feelings or ever by emotion; the sliced earth the tectonic ocean
while tropical a flower as it wheezed. by turpentine or galaxy or mythos
a man or too much intake; to retune or recharge in such situation as seized by
subterranean rain: crumbled carnations or wavering waters or faucets dripping
fevers. to have outlived an emotion, or so gathered no one knows, at guts
redeeming or satisfied with impossibility or a nostalgic nudging. our guilt
overriding our indifference where a given moment becomes a hornet’s nest. by
deeper twilight so much perfect dissatisfaction while days scream at tacit
expression: those gesticulations those passive behaviors while certain talents
come naturally. darker nights into brighter seconds where apogee becomes a
light drifting. it seems like lure or tales where honesty condemns its servant.
the weeping trees those sorrowing oaks or melancholic meadows. but life is
grand. it gets better. where unspoken travesties just disappear. indeed, a jester,
a clown, even a dear friend.
