Sunday, February 14, 2021

The Clock Is Eternal: I Want to Become a Clock!

 

with music so loud it seems to rethink it seems to cherish charity. let’s agree to admire love, to brush or blot, to describe doubt. as fetching a bone or to frighten a blizzard such fair breeding. so close it screams such fun at times with myths probing souls. an avalanche but we knew time where weasels always approach. but a day to vanish or to write while we’re close enough to manage unreality. such skyrocket pleasures but we feel similar—we’ve touched this we’ve been lost, but business becomes our billboard. a bit faded a bit by sages while too intelligent to rethink otherwise. so neat or a bit sloppy while we cleaned all weekend. to consult with inner-self to find a face to fret too much love. a writer as untrustworthy, or unreliable, she says things unrelatable—or he misses by meaningless. but a trait so addicted by rhythm so confused or by miracle to know what the hell I’m dealing with; but a sermon or hips or preachy abdomens. to look at passion so aesthetic while a person gives the best in life; someone to appreciate someone to die for, such reality we build. so knocking to kneel, or knitted in knots so much dying survival. as chased by charges or carving through customs so confused as coughing insecurity. an upsurge in us to relive in us with so much between buildings—a man at miles such mire or mirrored in mange such meanings. to love like normal to take for granted, as a pair un-share-certain-embarrassments; to learn her needs while many are scary where she runs finding something in others; afraid of judgment as a man craves disgrace or rattling such courage to share. I lost it years ago. it was taken as a sight. for a weasel, that’s not enough. I abused a property. I’ve regained a temple. it’s easier to let live.

 

if a soul atones, is it for him or her, while interior stirs? a person is brighter. a person is capricious. we seldom understand others. something strange in strangers. as a technique frightening, to include a person in something general—where two have just met. but some are secure such snakes with dragons, such dragonflies. if to hold wit to satisfy cravings to see as pavement truths. to choose to adore, to select art, to secure ambiguity.

 

                                                                        a sad agenda a sad ingratiation or too much beauty!       

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