Sunday, July 5, 2020

Senses Are Not Explained


too distinct to die to crazed to live with concentration upon weakness: a man his suit, a boss his subjugation, so deprived of normality; the vacuum explosive this life with substance so hard to form a militia. plus, Love too sporadic or too cursed while mornings mean something tense: a soul made

it, such pride in black folks, where mother was abused by alleluia! so careful in speech looking at

rivalry or too still the room is uncomfortable. upon a herringbone or rare orchids so devastated by outcrops: by fury so clear to keep a distance while appreciating mother’s advice. such a smokestack such a chimney at papers rolling soot; such hash or meanings too close to ignore you. (we stepped in line it seemed obvious but Love was feeling courage; torn wavelengths undercurrent rainbows

at something having its tragedy: but unstuck or aerobatic such tender sweet negation—our minds
pure death where defying blueness so fragile our gray leaping—as a piece is given to sit with you while analyzing his spirit); raw voodoo or rawer sincerity while a human is rarely one trait; to adore your power, but to disapprove of the person, while so much a tendency to erupt into forgiveness:

such a battle such souls where we need strength: “You will not be weak. You will fight! Because they want to devour you.” such a lullaby such a Maserati engine or a vertical horizon—where pain is prerequisite the athlete is giant while souls are fifty meters high.

upon an eagle’s show, such dexterity or those starling skies. so much here or over yonder while perspective is puzzling.

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