Thursday, February 25, 2021

Cigarettes & Gallica

into suspension or idyllic over rustic flame as an old abused child. so hectic in pain such a sickle to mother’s soil at roots dating back to ancestors. so odic as in poetic while thetic as in his thesis. too surreal to believe you, like old lovers dying away, such chastity in religiosity—if to know its purpose if to undress its moral, when secure in its innocence. a bolder man would have you such serendipity if one dies in essence to unbolt resistance. so cured or tucked so deep as in miseries those comforts so ironic with seismic underpinnings. hear in self a bell as a phone where guidance tells us against wrongs. what are ethics/morals, they are inner chambers, philosophy is going crazy? an ideal a higher temperature while so difficult to explain, if but to know what people respond to! deeper underbrush a plumbless sea so bedded by mistakes.     deathless/endless attraction, so unbehaved/behaved some contradiction driven to insanity 

as dying is beautiful so much revving agony so cursed it was demons or ghosts or omens or you! 

sudden harpoon delicious crumpets or a dahlia upon a prayer: rosebuds or beads over talismans or screams such a delicate warrior—a mélange of motions a signal afar so uncomfortable to be recognized. as conditioned creatures. it isn’t but rosy. if to realize how culture condemns us! 

but a lasting kef in a dying lighter upon a cigarette at 3 a.m.

 

songlike emotion while we remove intelligence as forgetting how we found each other. something inside as it blazes most ghettoes strive by agonies.     to have met as unequal(s) while both are catching footballs.     under a pinion aside a destination while forfeiting what might ensue; company kept while listening to perversion rereading notes. to look at faces while so deceitful to watch as pains piano forward.     a choir inside those years inside while we claim absolute knowledge.

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