Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Havens Aren’t Transferable

 

how in islands or how by oceans to fret like starvation? too simple to die or too smart to live where most have habits. by measures or skies where encompassed to get an answer. an addict’s pain a scream out of mirrors or mud grimed into innocence; such post-trauma such ashes to flesh while research is late but arriving. so disclosed while hidden where we need others to try harder; indeed, “Please find me, for I slip slapdash, or most are disinterested.” (“He didn’t teach that. We absorbed our essences. He would first die than see me uncomfortable.”) shoes or shyer abashment while most are impatient. one is trained in such a race where observation is instructed; so abased or heat flashes or too uneasy to render assistance; by value to souls by pains we piano where love is mostly dependent. (to imagine its terms where I am free as it’s our endeavor: freedom to exist, unending trust, while given the benefit of the doubt.) as whelmed in each other or distant as science or controlled by logic; as feral lovers or wild emotions if but tamed on cue. it must be fire so dear to enter while it seems like allergies. so spatial into an orb where one is given to feelings; such needs for engulfment while anger surfs its surface. so dear to pain so accustomed as center arena while wild cats are chasing moods. so much as critical if to deal on terms while life is aggressive. we pull into worlds where we can’t fit into other than those worlds. such disservice if to give seclusion while entering galaxies where most are distressed. so gathered. so polite. while ill-prepared. too grown or too lethal, into a wall.      

I’d Save The Reader Years

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