so
much in flux the shame of mother or the rain as it never disappears—the volume
of insanity those courage chains while father just returned; a gut needs seeds
a ground needs water or soil requires minerals. tears from bones marrow in
essence or cartilage in a person’s mouth; to rest in the underbelly as designed
to live an underdog while a psych might see arrogance; the blood on the shore
those seaweeds made riches those ghosts never reaching that island. in vanity
to utter so much a tender slither of love; but amateurs now to feel such
musicality as one croaking to adore. by sunbird upon a leaf or boundaries in a
curse or anarchy in its vice—the tyranny of such fire to have arrived while
losing if but the baptism of her anxieties; a rough patch a dear meaning while
society dies for ideograms. such purpose in survival such push in forgiveness
where one was interior prior to The Great Swoosh!
we teeter on breakthroughs so
tethered to sacrifice where she never tried harder—those eyes piercing those
tiles laughing where one says he’s anti-human—some creature some immovable
ghost while many live in an asylum: deep alcohol deeper inventions such stench
in its living quarters. or minds attached to silence such victimization or too
close to pass a lie. such useless elements or but one dimension such paradox to
wonder about curiosity; some purple feeling so strange its arrival, when a soul
is too distinguished to feel noticed.
