Saturday, July 11, 2020

Often, Doors Shut



if I knock tenderly a human might answer, if I knock softly. such components where we first disappear before we understand. such sensitive souls such addict fires so much our belly aches. by backdrop or backwaters so inclined for clandestine flame. by coals or firewood but never by surety or dependence. such social thimbles, if to give partway, beneath struggle or war while bellicose towards our mirrors. a woman cuts such self while a razor feels gentle. a man guzzles raw liquor if but to vanish where he’s captive of insincerity. I tread deserts so close to our cities I look for your face. I feel rotten or uncertain. I listen more while I envelope another compass. such interior séance such marvelous fright while it dawns upon us: our treasuries or mortalities while fighting for immortality. books were scorched or burned where literature was at war. those iron gates, seated so lowly, accustomed to flint-hearts. those cages as so endearing where familiarity, despite trauma, is much more comforting than newness. we seem so raw while nothing is more enduring where nothing is such passion, parasite, or adverse pleasure. by taint leading to trance insomuch as existence becomes fear. by cranes we carry by ropes we avoid or sheer distrusts, for rivers have fretted or decayed. I dreamt of you in brighter days while I needed intimacy. I went without such affection. it soon became normal not participating in your beauty. I have consulted myself, with tender knocking, where it isn’t time to suffer each other. such voltage lockdown, as squabbling with bears, while skies hovered, watched, but never rebuked treachery. if but to master our tongues such softer lights if but to exist—but penalty for normalness, or penalty for highness, or penalty for turmoil, depression, despite, if one is suicidal. by pure disgusts where freedom is a verb or it’s nothing! such a poison tree, such a weeping bench, or such societal atrophy. but yours is seashells or southern California while running or uncaged so glorious into a penalty.
get wisdom. get redemption. while we realize contradiction. (never take a person’s strength. if so, replace it with power. —while indebtedness is measured by kindness.)        

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