I
segue by dynamite so slung afar while afoul in thoughts. those untender habits
so cursed every time so independent facing dependent sorrow. a man to his knees
so charged upon such voltage. if but to dote again, such boding beauty, while
distaste ruins the otherwise sunshine. a pyre of debris so much to stumble
while Love was mesmerized. indeed, our backwards fancies our electrical circuits
while so forced to imagine Love as terrific; by a layer of asphalt or unmoving
screams while projection eliminates the sky. (it was science or ache-hearts as
accustomed to travesty; life as botched memories as broken such math working in
frenzies.) Love was all of his thoughts to get so much where evidence seemed
located in intimacy; to understand dying to live nonetheless while most persons
live with heavy shoulders; to carry pavement as evolving slowly to realize in
doubles; by chimney fires a cigarette to wake up or a mental chip stirred by
anger; so pushed, ambitious, so driven where his body wouldn’t respond. such
astral arts but Love was so much while our eyes missed her spiritual
desperation—a man to his soul a woman to her gut where desire becomes
subjugated by needs. to picklock misery to learn how to invert if but to
unfetter something too deep to unveil; those private wars while thoughts are
particles where something is scribbled in soil. nightmares become existence or
fears manifest laundry if but something damn near inhuman—while most are robots
so unfelt so unfeeling or so steep, we wonder if it’s by praxis. so much
purpose or a major devastation or such depression discomfort seems most
appropriate.
I would so early,
to discuss something critical, I first entered life without suspicions. this is
normality. this becomes happiness. —for without suspicion we enjoy others. a
person becomes too aware. but life demands perception. where we become so
conscious, even a smile is held in suspicion. we argue the following: such a
person is hurt, too much disappointment, thus, he often ruins something good.
(I have a different take: if I watch you, where there’s nothing to find, I grow
to trust you; but if I look, where reality is shaded, it’s healthy to remove
from given relation.) it stands to intuition, where we live in clarity, but any
position, under a given lens, can become something seeming factual.
