Saturday, November 21, 2020

Ars Gratis Artis

 

wilderness whispers its rara radiance aside its wolves. by cadence to advise so average so accursed. too gorgeous for souls too angelica too averse to sanity. by coarse carriage ride so soft or sullen as music multiplies madness. to lose outer hearing to evolve internally surefire sadness. such dissonance in padded room so raw in forgiveness—as born to once again such chamber sure chaos. to discuss dying to defer to living so lonely at its levy. floating into abstracts accused of tyranny so terrific its territory. we might in some life we will in fantasy so familiar it starts an ache—pure ashes while so enthused we yield to nakedness; a craving for attraction such as it never ceases to become pulse or person. by gaudy guilt or gnats swarming as sweltering some need for surrendering. an absolute paradox an absolute uncertainty while so close it cleaves.

so hypnotic such porcelain beauty, we’ve made buttocks our esthetic; a flame in feral flight a man in his mischief a woman waxing her legs.     sour health or mental allegations such animals as we struggle for remorse.     into haystacks searching for comfort such haven in a mind completed; sodden eyes as art is availing so determined to become imperfect absoluteness.     by a bus aside a track while sudden upon a tangle. by daffodils or dandelions or so cursed it becomes its blessing. too composed too captured while one might never feel such a way.    

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