Sunday, October 11, 2020

Wind Fire

 

sweet resonance or such mysticism as a man might become a yogi. such dreams embodied in screams so soft for his own; so defensive or caved-in while trekking railroads. to leap a train to awaken adventure while hurt a bit in there. a soft gallica or feelings in moisture while salt was special. such a house so many rooms found walking a vestibule: clowns in big face, ghosts look like mother, a half body entered me. as a casual friend upon a certain second to engage in intimacies. so taken by skies or racing tractors while kicking some can. a Warhol instinct so fierce or unchanged while walls are unpainted. abandoned to sentient silence or favoring quietude where a soul ponders those mudslides. upon a kanjira or running in place so addicted to embracing Africa: a yellow man a sensible man while Death is chasing.

such delicate fire so rich its nectar where a person is finding life. by indwelling flame or mansions in our castle while subtly suggesting connectedness. it was radical for me. others said, “He’s late!” it seemed un-understandable. to be so far as an energy swimming winds while I couldn’t fathom its intelligence. a naïve man a gunning man while it frets me to unfeel someone. sugar in perfume. or odors in markets, or so realized it seems misunderstood. a swoosh at times while pleased at times to resist feeling alone at times. at our best in our peak such actualized spirits. as watching to catch it smile while a light switch comes to fire. such a socket as it dangles from atmosphere to need a certain belief; while to understand, science as it screams, or scientific acrobatics.

I sense us in elephant territory—needing certain deductions—or making something expensive!       

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