Saturday, November 7, 2020

The Pendulum Is Magnificent

 

too much fantast fire much by fret or screams so soft—I can’t conquer you! so damaged to need threats to worship bodies while so out by hunch—to die in a kiss to resurrect in orgasm to clutch sheets in climaxes. so origami so restricted or wild like African diamonds—the blood trickling those brine swords such benthic rationalization. to enter such caves, to feel walls closing, in as one destroyed by beauty; so seized such flux by alienated enclosure. so outward my dear Passion much laughing depression—while tender a second to feel like election as entering its mouth; too much to insist such a tussock of skies so centered as a strung-out lover. by rough rapture or grass bleeding drops our hairs filled with wildweeds. sullen ripples upon a joyous ocean sure torture to demand so much—those fires in Russia those dreams in Europe while a man screams for a woman: some excellence some penalties some rules—as absolute in physics as too near to doubt while so together it becomes resentful—so regret’d for flashing-out so sad for punishment the science hope & majesty. so cliché so much rum while agendas turn into the fuller flame. as a drinking fury a fever so many sea-skies—the zeal the House while it must be an agenda; so sacred in myth so false in abandonment too sentient to die! white garments or fluid hats while so many women have sacrificed—as in mind or ruts or homes or domains or compromise; if but rolling into islands those turquoise sincerities so wild upon a relaxer—as courage in economy while losing so much to imagine souls so disenchanted—the restoring of dignity the promise of infinity so transformational or pierced by goodness. our global voltage our historical women where such pride has become Vice President. a moment running a feeling tragic while pain has erupted into melancholic happiness; but a living man but a radical person such to have so close a night-fantasy. but first but not last while America feels validated. the riff in us the independence in us while needing that you need me. such raw acquisition such a phantom of wings while feet prompt justice. a tear at a child such Black Brown & White!    

 

 

 

 

 

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