so
mute as near a coma to sense disrespect to know it lives such curtains such
pleats while desperate for a remedy. those fractured those devious where it
hurts but it feels good. the bride laughing these bodies suppressed while negligence
erupts where death settles its triumph. such rain we experience such mágoa we
eat where some foul creature might encourage an onslaught.
it was Tagore those
bright dark crevices while Ghislaine wrestles by her identity. so curious about
Epstein/Trump, those roads bleeding the gravel upchucking where something
shapes or remains amorphous.
so coalesced with
time this vengeful responder as aloof to pursuing with diligence. the warm
baths, such holy waters, by righteous epitome to outcast or ostracize the
interior person.
so felt by rivers
such an estuary death, so close to reneging on eternal love.
those
fragments those harms such so granted as to grieve. reknitting filaments so
filled by lassitude where tomorrow isn’t our negligent promise. by a beating
arc, or treasured escape, while anything is offensive. a child as a vestige of
existence. a name as so consequential. where we assault others, where we
negotiate ignoring our actions.
it’s so simple. it is so easy. but
brains mix with conscience.
by
genetic neurons or biochemicals so fluid into our nightmare. as hallowed with
violence as asking to be left to self while it seems so interesting. such
animosity such pure distrust while we dance playing commonality.
but a future in
roses but a tomb in colors where a child sleeps, dreaming for mother. it would
become a halo or deeper reality while remembering this element by humans. beneath
a sequoia burning ashes while never so close it remained perfect.
