too lost to find
you, too deaf to evolve you, while sickly at love. by fire of the hydrant by
baptism of the gnat or apes let loose in cities. so baseline, such brass into
roaring bass. such a trumpet such a gut while I need you to phone. it’s got to
change it must be helium while skies sprinkle—the feeling such dynamite so
charged in your voice; the blood of the bone such flesh by my flesh if but so
secure in deliverance; as nothing to see as love to flourish as a mind might
blossom. sweet nectar such sugar while mother is comatose. you didn’t laugh you
adored her heart you took a cruise. we look stupid arguing over clarities where
nothing could obliterate its content. I have longed or by levity or such
languishing—those microphones those tectonic ears as running into dear dungeons—so
addicted to a first instinct such weather in climates where horses would gallop
unbeknownst to owners. the feud in the gorilla such patience in the sloth as a
lemur might escape its haven. blood blue veins such rivers in minds while I desire
Europe; to have heart to censor feelings, while nothing is too much distinctly.
if I may fawn as to tell you it has been hell removing myself; the party
rejected us, the family said so much as no, where reminiscing kills any clearance
assignment. those marrow particles those turquoise waves or gunning through
some faraway journal. a news report, a gutter with kites or a woman fighting
her gutter. so abrasive to speak it, while a man is similar, so angry at himself;
those dreary cries those syrup replies while it never feels like forever. this
rebel with causes this foreigner in his country those old school landscapes;
the volume of the leopards such remorse in its nature while internally
something was sneezing. amazing fury, such cute deception, while I might love a
mirage.
