Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Hoping on Tomorrow

 

to speak without chains to unlevel deceit so disheveled. an inrush of energies a ghost popping up those feelings in eyes. to water-up to reexplain as fearing judgment. by fleece such emotions while steady a mystic pendulum. they wonder of me, to know much, while still a Christian. so academic so pragmatic or so deluded. to pursue a stance, where it must be wrong, while titles sing to elements. such tremors those days so steep those days by mirrors to chance some island. a moody creature is a feeling creature while we get a bit beyond … sipping from a fount at some park where pain is provocative. to lose like feigning or a desert so sweet or turbid, murky brains; too dark to chat to alluring to pass while this in a conundrum. such ether in romance such fever in discourse where many have one thought. so human so deranged as mathematics are in you.     he would watch he would covet—it frets our boundaries!     tremulous studies so into those grays, while rereading some article. a cultic demeaner too many tattoos while listening in veils.     so South Pacific so much Europe while roots are by mixture. a hybrid machine a vision he can’t share, while many claim Kingship.     she watches she knows design—nothing is too much!     but a dictum to exist. some fiat in our brains. so cursed by vague perception!     raspberry wine or skies so close while offset through his woman.     I ghost-out I fast occasionally I remember most are undeveloped. in a sour sense, or a spirit sense—it’s hard to overlook immediacy!     concrete sunburn florid decorations where a garden was too much. I siphon a feeling I arrange a contract I go in a bit deeper; those streams those screams while losing becomes a man’s ammunition.     Love was enchanted. he played guitar. but most aren’t concerned with tomorrow—while hoping on tomorrow!   

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