Saturday, November 14, 2020

Upon A Life Symbol

 

the lemur’s lungs such wailing elephants or an orangutan’s palm. to enjoy devotion or to live expulsion our pomegranates with sin juice. our demeanors our Zoom postures with so much more to exist.

I have soul to unveil or patience to reseal where it was holy those years. sure sacred essence such as it reveals such purple faces.

I have gates in there, some guarded by crocodiles, others inviting the public in. sour gnawing or gnat certified as some creature in winter; torn curtains painted chairs or television watching them sleep.

an uncut cantaloupe as scents waft so delicate in its summer. to define as listening to win as distressed or to lose as disobeying etiquette.

autumn leaves pile in our garden. a rake is not answering. many are complaining.

            by beauty of language by aggression when wrong or sheer defenses no one is listening to.

it seems appropriate to lose in essence when nothing is blossoming. by dear excellence by dearer heart-caves or planets where something isn’t breathing.

            a man said nothing. he walked out of anxiety. he soon debated freedom.

by a daisy in wall-paint or jasmine scent so deliberate we fly. sure into obligation or torn by clauses such raw necessary revisions.

            at blue concrete or jasper grass while something is distrusting its message.

“I will not do that, even in death, for it would incriminate me.”

it was some symbol some metallic channel where distance became too close. as we tell our mirror some raw story where behavior, under plain examination, would destroy its self-portrait.

tender clouds or gray horizons at foxes or chipmunks or vague distinctions; a soul he tends inside or a vacuum he seals often such weary determination. as involved in mirages as cursed in pleasures or suspended in tremendous loses.     

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