as
it touches most, the fever of the ghost, such terror in surprised conditions.
broken screens or shoji images while I relock a door. a camel’s back a toe cloven
a nail for memories. I’m trying harder, the tears swell, it was shattered
horizons. so much to live so much in debt, while we have it no other way. down
a drain into a sewer, listening to affections. mighty into our feathers so much
a good mood by candle so lit it felt like normalcy. so plumbless too much fire
a soul recounts his steps. so deliberate a far cry where life is leggy; some
centipede so many tentacles while gripping survivors. it gets a level, to feel
so much, seated at an empty coffee house. such roadblocks such condition while
they force indiscretion. aside a watershed near a cobblestone we placed a
memory. we wished for flame, or sovereignty, if nothing else—upon self. we
longed for freedom, it looked like oppression, but we knew for right verses
wrong. soft pledges harsher suffering while it only became scientific. emotions
become laws, feelings become logic, while dared to disagree. I carry maps so
imprinted, a man bleeding ink. so mesmeric so enchanted while facial revivals.
the scholar to fretting the soul for absorbing the skies for silence; the
doctor for medicine the mechanic for engines or those chefs for gourmet. such
hefty concrete such private asylum if but we intuited. shade to sentiments best
face for deliberation, while most are floored. deadlines for groceries,
feelings for anger, so close to another angle. a zephyr for rain those gusts in
agony while drums leave memories. (paradise for many, something with cushion,
locks or keys or a lack of both.) framed in fires filmed by sentience so sour
so delivered. some secret as it cries to know selection means more work. but a
centerpiece but a vase, where most are held by aggravation.
