sweeter cadence delectable fury so abstract into a prayer. missingness or slow days while counting angels. the fire is blazing or firewood is churning so deceitful a spent heart. I would die if Love was interested such lines we chalk. someone has to lose while others win, such losing for a long while. a landmark pain an excruciating pain while it pops up suddenly. so solicited by religiosity so feral into winds at battles to breathe. a facet in a scar a film in a theater or a priest with a lover. indeed, soft agony biblic manipulation we reinterpret as it fits us. the towerman is alert the woman is mad she needs her lover; some short penalty some darker flesh, we chase forever. a woman in a movie, a miracle in a movie, such pain in a movie. the maestro is screaming such a kitchen with mother so much a problem with losing. we need paradise we need Milton we need philosophy. so existential as treasured candy while avoiding nothingness.
I was at a shower such beauty in eyes I concentrate too much. rereading emancipation harping on manumission while reluctant to state something obvious. it was soon into me a person I admired where something foul hangs on a feeling. to balk is to hurt, for others don’t believe, while a person might become too religious. a midnight vigil. it’s a bit cold. where Love chances an emotion. so opalescent such irrigation while most souls are irreligious. it hurts to feel. it’s life to enjoy. while someone broke a slanted heart. to manage a misfit or to drain a wet towel where feelings are unfelt.
I saw beauty it was alive but unassuming. I saw ugliness as deliberate where a man empathizes.
unmask me such a pain in fretting while we topple a mansion. at Theresa lately or Camus while wondering about Sexton. indeed, running from Silvia or tampering with Virginia, while admiring Morris. a madman a watchword a curse for his people!
Love was a coven or a scream so dark so light the energy. a fireball a drill a blood renewal.
by soul-wake or soulquake into a sea-storm. those frets as bleeding as times cringe where she was so estranged.
like a screenplay this chess in life so associated with atrocities. those precious vines those precious intentions where a man can’t payback.
I would love or cherish such a scoundrel at compassion. meeting witches moving at kabbala or freezing a foxglove. at some space where it terrifies as forced to tread a sea-wire. looking at a savior knowing she shall vanish while hunting myself.
I
missed a crevice some would become affronted while never a winning relation. so
thetic such a weft or remodeling a self-image. but Love seems spotless or
refined or re-necessary.
