hardened
about edges, mystic by selection, or foreign to out of towners. raw inside
uncooked in his dynasty or laughing over spilt milk. by will to outrun
horses by saddle or satchel a black sky. refused pleasantries accused by his
mirror, religious, but anti-hierarchy. a rebel come honesty, needless an
anarchist, while we assess inner workings. a day to love a shadow to cherish
where two outwit destiny. many have renewed passion. many sit silently. others
are gunning titillation. movie romances this is existence I want by an artist’s
mind. blue becoming turquoise dreams unraveled while keys are passed freely.
winter melts or analyses rise so heightened by mere reflection; miracles
surging metanoia swarming as souls commit where youth are chaperoned.
I imagine more love as matches churn
or cigarettes are lit; at that moment at release while breathing is acacia. so
much devotion so much namaste as souls abandoned to a good life. to
wonder or ponder about windless trees. a tress for burial a tomb for bodies
while revisiting what has passed. an observation becomes an aphorism where most
live by axioms. so turned as spinning where reality keeps trekking harder. a
man in his cave a soul to her business while we leave people in advantageous
spaces. so captured so moving if but a freefalling. at buoyant stature so close
it terrifies while rushing to an adventure. a last motivation an internal corroboration
so near wood is crackling.
waiting to breathe but unallowed to
breathe, where we require existence. so many allegories so few invisibilities,
or tales are harder to manage. evolving so quickly. or so hurt. while a need to
believe in superhumans. so impatient, while souls are rising, to look back for
redemption. our wired pens our new notebooks our high school journals. to
imagine our meaning our value our minds pretty immediate. such required
trainings so psychogenic wishing as experiencing love.
