Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Heart Bass

 

sore axe burning chin by salience so deadly. days have been caged a lone dog such blue cries; a numb man a magic man sitting in disarray. daisies are acidic sunshine is more sorrow if but to un-claim my condition. I write so deliberately or so casually or sour disconnection. calligraphy angst helium pain while trying to elevate to heights. so crucial such an alphabet so weird to still fret you. I psych myself, ‘till physiology hurts, to believe it might be different: maybe a child maybe passion maybe marquise communication; to exhaust a feeling to need so much, a man forfeits his existence; to know it happens to fret security or so inclined as a mere whisper. some pendulum such a life while many are prepared but fail its tests. some sculptress some remarkable rhinestone while hearts are sold for zillions. crumbling in aches at love with pliers while so unclassified. (but it hurts, to know by facts, we want to our disfavor); to need Love so unprepared for Love while begging she overlooks inadequacies. maybe a mushroom maybe an addict’s love, while we honor a thin wire. some fable or parable or allegory by rare performance.

so eager those nights so refilmed those mornings such grass in its blades. so penchant above average while some get closer. the bed rocking the ceiling watching while steps are insecure. to have deaths to figurate life so cagey it hurts the building. an edifice for mercy a cure for lonely a gift to have a heart. so damn fine such remorse for thoughts while we never know the glisten; heartstrings or violins or a dear viola; to possess you to have you without a doubt it might end you. embers as symbols value as a drum, while never needing to exonerate you.   

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