a
little mandarin a cold night those winds make hectic. our senses failing our
minds feverish while accepted in the aftermath. a bit to medicine a bit to
unspoken while presence is strong.
most are common ancestors America’s
Great Riff while struggling is a message.
so much catching up I feel primitive
along a side entrance—those that love or those that quarrel while most are
vying to feel noticed. an old saying is, give what’s needed, and receive what’s
given. a harpsichord a xylophone + a sax. to blow winds or percussions so lost
as flying into a dream. maybe a guitar maybe a shared essence so close but wild—the
way she loves the fire we kindle such a hidden message.
such natural
epiphanies such damaging epiphanies while so epistemological. a soul running a
soul too smart or a soul too superficial. a scar from mother a phone from
father or adrift siding with advantageous. (I have a problem. it arises in a
reality. done so wrong while receiving the business. it never ends. we pay our
dues. while one says it must continue. I suppose lights are different, to
punish wrong, we must do wrong—but this is justified!)
hypocrisy
aside, carrying a blue whale, advanced in something existential. a group of
feelings a hexagram something coming out of her—to swoosh through cities to
feel a soul’s heart while a man is an instrument. I. O. U an emotion or
patience where it seems a bit deliberate. flying from thoughts as affected by
whimsy where most must acquiesce; such burning rubber such wrath while most are
trying harder.
I spent years at temperaments. the
moisture of Africa or dry deserted deserts. such as asking while losing
commonalities so much at another’s impression. a flying fox as hunted by wolves
headed to another district. fresh water for fresh essence while we cascade into
each other.
