Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Filled With Foxes


(by limits or screams or dungeons!)

so many cookies at life so much software or a pouty/verbal disjunct. by cufflinks to wrists this portal where most aim for avant-garde. so tender to watch such a curse to own while years have swallowed candescence. to gaze upon sharkskin or to trek through snakeskins while so sudden to wrestle a dinosaur. (I have an issue, it stems from us, where a person is oblivious to actions; but a humbling cuisine or a streetwise struggle while fitting in is paramount. such inexact pain, such indeterminate sources, where we discover a different page.) such squiggly lines or odd shapes by ruthless happenstances. if terrified we respond with fear. if ecstasy we alter our discourse. while I never felt so much weight. (she must be unspoiled, for I need her dreams, I ache for her motivation; to have invested the carnival to have removed humor or clowns in an attempt to court Xanadu; such ruins while we murder those doves or ask concerning calamity.) in rich madness we meet weasels while we become bull sharks—as history repeats where most are livid, for America is designed to conquer souls; such steep control such indifferent attacks insomuch as, “I can’t accept your serenity.” by dilated pupils by hyena instincts or sensing one made inescapable! such a panda woman by metamorphous to censor but too many years those hikes—the tawny jasmine anxieties or dependent loyalties where variation ruins its undercurrent. so dear to cleansings such proverbial deceit or a man caged by his ideals—linking into public life or losing sanity where calmness is a marvelous adversary; those deer grazing the gazelle is vigil while a patient is a participant.
what happens with deep resistance     where the lone dog is outrageous     or the leopard is devastation?     what happens when one loses his understanding?  

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