Saturday, February 27, 2021

Thunder Ocean

 

into knots such failure in friends sorrow bleeding elixirs; a caveman a reluctant man at leaves counting veins. so possessed as something grieving so adored in fiction. a boon for anxiety a pear for monkeys at a creative fount. I would capture so little in some gift while it was procedure. 

a box inside as opened inside with existence leaking out. so many gawking or nervous like deer by lights. eating wilderness burning mind-wood such as confused over closeness. to have running access where it seemed holy while access is given with independence.

 

I would gather a cure something in those eyes while so lost about winning. it couldn’t be real a bottle of marshweed or some science unbeknownst to us. such peccable souls at torn dynasties while parents are liquidated. over ceramic mugs slammed into mirrors such knees upon glass; cut sorely as blood trickles such ruined tiles. such mossy mildew as mannish behavior if to love while begging for clarity. to leave us there, curdling in a corner, such shivering in blueness. those waves by ghosts those legs to another where calves should believe. into a pinwheel or inner buoyancy aside an octopus. brains unraveled or suspense screaming as to have such in one day.     such adoring accent sure into fire while lost over you. so personal such pain while glory might visit. it would in mornings such beyond behavior, to imagine what a man by-pass-es!     sweet lilting voice such roses with shame as a sudden conscienceness sprouts tearing remorse. but days are silent a feeling regauges while hearing it means more than doubting it.

 

meticulous detail as to every word so thrilled when you smile. but major high or major low where most are flat. a discreet meter such loathing self while making love. so detached so terrific or such euphoria at its point. too shifted if but to drive doing like 70. a gated residential a riding roller at tips in souls losing contractions. but a female scholar so much lost to maintain—while closeness is now analytical. a bundle of motion a tornado inside while adrift a blimp.     I walk away. you bring it back. we’ve visited many rooms!       

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