most
are saying, “Find me.” such a portrait on high. while such finders are sacred.
I rummage emotion so heavy at webs
such flame inherited. often, we adore so natural to skies while feeling seesaws.
those weeds such existential manure where essence shifts through changes. but I
love you or somewhere adjacent surely unidentifiable. such precious words,
while a man is hurting, for persons are exchanged so swiftly.
I vanished
where anger controlled me, I couldn’t tolerate such injustice. the things we do
to color. the planets we crawl. where impulse rules over senses. by black oak
upon melodrama such a curse to find templates. where a man is hit, he stumbles,
he is never the same. such adolescent wishes while primates are distinct but
humans desire ownership: or what is given, in survival of the fittest, where
most are discarded until we grow scared of aging?
the totem is higher those values
are structured we hold one while open for our climax. (it was knocked sideways,
such intense sexuality, where hunger strikes but unsatiated.)
I have
not been self with thoughts racing while I find it’s not in me: something
hunted for, or picturesque nightmares, while becoming filled with doors. by
wildfire those pulled-in while a man angers over something he didn’t fixture.
such sung silence, or unsung rage, while it’s sorely an adventure.
but on an island, Love is dice or
measures of epistemology; such raspy voices such schizophrenia or bipolar
mania; to ravish unsaid soul where a human offers you life in such a sense, it’s
impossible to surrender: such unshod teardrops. such elevation. such raw ink!
