Sunday, July 19, 2020

Raven Observation/Dark Essence


by dear acres so troublous so plumbless to shiver by Witness; a woman so enthralled as to backup a portal of spider-flies. so bounded such ropes while choking by screams; it must breakage such pieces or running in sheer disaster. the abode or her throat to die near a yacht. the baby silent as he waits for mommy must return—so sick such nausea where souls collapse—those swamps such
                        marsh while he hung from a mayfly—such color or old thespians so ancient while a man might renege on philanthropy: endless discussions if theory or practicality so many knuckles as dragging concrete—by freedom this teaser by aloof common contexts.     the bosky cities such winter in autumn while a soul adores his unlikely dove; or passion soars as doors roar while I just hacked a damn desk; such misfire in a haywire world while depression was hotwired—these waterfalls such cascading gems to partake or feel like a palm of barbiturates—such insomnia such
                        as detaching nerve signals while one might need to lower the great demon; speaking in “Cursive” as so abandoned where Love was universal come sunrise. minds mizzling by ways we presume where a blind warrior might see God. as flung afar or mis-managed while Love is so damn beautified.     we tackle meaninglessness or nothingness while these are short from innate melancholy; such raging sentiments as desiring a solution where most un-neat headstorms don’t evaporate. so long into a feeling such maelstrom while some people are designed to struggle with

deliberateness or value as it applies to sensorium meaning. the unfair fire those daughters we re-believe or something requiring authentication: to grapple with skies or to unravel premises or to formulate theses while antitheses are abounding where brains need to disappoint universality.

while a man might adore another might be raw where feathers seem inadequate. the inordinate indifference or a woman needing usage while black science was held as incredible—where souls underwent diamonds or essence in frenzy where situations turned skeptical. those foreign features those foreign eyes while loving you is so damn incredible: as a media appearance such photoshop elements where a man might lust for freedom. the trapped world where we might ask, “If one arrives, would he know for principalities?”

it must be a code as I was not privy while dying seems flow-ward. by denims or blouses or high heels—to detach or look closer where it all becomes a pitstop. to dream as livid such wrestling to wake up two seconds too soon.     I hit knees or I trek deserts where I traded a camel. too prudent for life comes slowly while realities are racing. to need Love to want for promise while manifestations might take years at training.     it becomes the Filmmaker or those codes while some remain unreachable.     an inward crying a mind at war while a resilient man says, “Hell with utter decimation.” it angers a world where a man might fly in spite of chitlins with vomit or greens with vinegar.     so unrealized or so arrogant at doorbells or credenzas while family bought a new armoire. so smothered looking to extremities where a body is responding to despondence.     those kitchen fumes those smoky eyebrows or eyes sparkling like leave me to dying.   

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