you
sing softer or distress serenity inflicting repentance—some static current
subtle warm hits as a creature so designed. you are early Whitney or radiance
whispering as some chimerical miracle. citrus mandarin or sour lemons as a soul
shifts in public. I need something solicited. it dies for notice. but often it
lives submerged in art. soothing Hildegard such facts omitted while we need our
understanding. little woodchips an iron ink pen some gift for its sentence—a man
at a second a child afore Awesome while glowing might find you; some place some
voice some medicine. certain vocals, we know it’s certain, where voices are
concrete. too much desire soon becomes uneasy while not enough kills space.
hurt to claim it so hurt to adore it so wrong to evolve through it; a mask in
pink a feeling unique—we have entered something requiring understanding. you
are early Dolly such eclectic lungs such candescent gorgeous—to absorb
essence to access beauty with so much discomfort. I gave alms to a stranger. I ate
lightly. I looked over to see a man in firewater. too much realization too many
miles to freedom but kids are eager to rest soon. you stir feelings. you seem
raw. you might be sensitive. indeed, I sound some way, as to ignore facts, all
humans are sensitive—some just voice it differently. our frontier is surrounded.
monkeys raid for fruit. something so gentle is so dangerous. I don’t speak of
violence, not here, I speak of mind-matter, I speak to interconnected
properties. it’s a little left while craving light, to imagine one kneeling
into mental haystacks; so close in me a moment to die in me while I can’t reach
it to say it! a woman to laundry. that woman to bench. such a woman presiding
over myriads. this is her essence, or have we missed her essence, while too
much romance makes us saddened. soft quilts or softer infant fingers while we
don’t realize such beauty in our love. you stir anxiety or courage or uneasy
certainty. (what we give away, in some chapter written, as what we never
uttered; by daisy to welcome us home by begonia to bid us well, or by
excellence to suggest one doesn’t fit.)
