keep us secure so much by
loss so much by color. unto an agenda or such heaviness, thrust into mystic
trombones. such shivering where debates are vocal while one might condemn us. I
liked her aura, it seemed inconsequential, it laughs genuinely. it never cursed
a soul while it seems morose-happiness as inclined to harvest skies. it can’t
smile not too often smiles hurt facial lines—those muscles our violins our acts
in silence. I wanted as I watched where upon awakening, I would have asked, “How
did you get here?”
I worry against worrying
while to envision against watching such was to unendear ourselves. sore
jamesias or sidewalk indifference so near to our stillness—as conflicted
creatures, or shifts in moods, by alienated arrogance; such oceans green as so naïve,
albeit, a fabulous lover: those achy founts, those oily spigots, or a
pain-faucet leaking presently. such writing has motive, albeit, it crosses eyes,
often unflowered; so ruined in parts such an anomaly in parts, but so on point
in certain venues.
a soul to her dungeon a
man to his guillotine or art to its solitude; such core vacillation such kernel
vicissitude while it pours into pavement—such melting lava such a ridge as abused,
abased planets. to shift in thought as to wonder, have you an idea concerning
your fame?
too much to auction, many aren’t buying, or too
incomplete to need passion.
