oh
empty feeling a cave in its dungeon a coldness which bites. by palatial sadness
as if bipolar II where breezes trigger emotion. to get passed myself, to place
worry on a shelf, while snug in a vase. by foreign faces as always running to
bypass an eclipse. so many ripples as trying communion to have a feeling about
evenness. medicinal anodyne or acidic asphalt where a garden is polite. I saw a
casket. I decided on cremation. I see demons puffing my ashes. such tar-built
maniacs, so much awakened slumber, to need a person to live brighter; jiu jitsu
meditation, taekwondo prose, or religious attraction. to have existed to have
planted a flag to have created a legacy. the rage in bottles the dissipating
pain or balance won through anguish; so forced inwardly, so obedient outwardly,
or such an anarchist secretly. we define freedom passively. we want what
they have. we presume they are free. we escape our plight, or become riches, we
never return to our people. such an acorn so much a demonstration or soulfelt
demolishment. by purple dirt by deeper love, as to arrive at a lonely lagoon.
too close to pardon me. too afar to ignore me. or so threshed it feels good to
agonize. such raw shots or rawer chills so bold but rejected. as souls in
anticipation, where it requires digging, otherwise, the soil is too shallow;
our baptized souls as aflame in fire where we realize something damaging. to
change a tone, or analyze musicality, where images remain dominant. (I can’t
alter it. it will follow me. but I desire to erase it.) such jasmine, prayerful weeds. such
pleading until it shatters. such sweet starkness. as a newcomer I was agitated—it seemed
so bias. we become doctrine. some electrical creed. where majority thoughts
rule. I’ll leave that in a box.
it tends to disturb us. while, nonetheless, we participate. I was carrying a shark, where it bit
winds, while it was dying in me. so many nets such palatial snares where good
became too good. I felt bitter I lunged into content it was ecstatic. so unconfessed
so darkened where memories became manic mansions.
