the terror-dome as
a young creature to reach-out, stumble, & grip the handrail. so seasoned in
us so afforded a rose in us while applying lacquer to emotion. such a
trauma-museum so thrust in violence while one undergoes social castration. such
a need, if but holiness, if but full on acceptance. our dissociative mothers
our absentee fathers or people swearing a slant in us. by furious sociality to
rage as a force so formed so frowned such a gadget or a flute while fever is so
detrimental—our courage our pain where violated or misused to drop a tear no
one sees. I hear a mirror it delineates anguish it arrived lately it rattles an
ending; such twigs, as falling back so low, while I will never be potential or
ever self beyond a dilemma; to fritter years as some maniac while others saw
sewing or sails or sandals. I watch as life shatters where an hourglass is
manic or soil is defensive—those balanced terrors those mechanical traumas
where we claim Mulberry. listening to Matlock, assuming clarity, while most
people become stern. as fruit is sweet or sour candy is appealing while it’s the
reality in psychoses. by iron society or psycho-anything a mere ruler, a table,
plus, ink—the gravity of the petal, such music to make a promise—while thoughts
arise or memories cause disconnection, some person repenting for an entire keg.
such snake-medicine, to extract venom, with half a miracle trying to rescind.
the receipt for our recipe the anger for our art or the clown for our
deception. so unassuming those years in rain. so unspoiled those stricter partners.
or to become such wilderness by forgotten liaisons. an unconscious creature, or
a conscientious objector, while most eat pork. (so much to care. I know we
care. while many do not care.) such social vertigo. pure unadulterated
dislikes. while we verify if a person deserves what she has earned. by warrior
flame. or public domain. or raw condition.
