elysian eyes so overbehaved seeping
into absolute identity. such raw resistance sore into nirvana, uncaged
by caged existence. by thunderous rain or icicles so unbalanced. mother was
silence but outspoken she never told many indecencies. acted them out. changed perspectives. home became social crime. but overbearing rain sure exhaustion
certain affectation. too uncouth too regardless too sacred at unorthodoxy. but
right center, or oversky rebuilt in a tented building. a casual edifice another
faculty I see mother planted many seeds. spicy legs icy thighs while a man
wants his leniencies. crisp or over-irked sentences relaxed overly sure science
at pains to ignore as it arises. blood bone terror such chandeliers falling
some ape man out of sentience. outlined a boy carrying chalk he awoke screaming
at my face. I slept an hour the room was empty the door was locked. I sudden’d
a soddened thought, those regions so harmful. a neck abandoned hair panting a
pond in her eyes. I touched its taste with seas in her salt. I knew by
retreating. she urged forwardness. we have ambitions. souls marching bodies
unmanaged. I would take to vehemence if crouching into excellence such remote
destruction. I must regroup. a fever unplugged. a mineral is melodious voice. a
hand with veins or nails filthy while glistening for buffed. the garden was
haven. its xyst was musical. numbers kept reappearing. such need to conquer
emotion, such skies un-ocean-ed, if a nest somewhere aside dysfunction. a
desire to buttress you, a need to realize you, while too unaffected to buttress
its claims.
I have lost meeting you. I have lost
feeling redeemed in you. I have lost an appetite at this moment. beauty is
in-excellent, preferred in pains, while overly familiarized. a need for holy or
outstanding or a secret to rebirth its immediacy. I have reopened old decisions
or an axion bent while posits seem incomplete. I judge future by here right
now, where limbo is too hostile. sure fantasies where it seems appropriate
while one asks, “What do you see?” a bit cocky a bit of its scream while we
test – if but to identify our strengths.
she was born by mistake. her
arrival was accidental. her love isn’t complete.
I won’t cry for more, albeit, I think
it, while we seem preoccupied. maybe for something, this incomplete something,
while humans are designed to feel incomplete. worship is defined this way.
uneasiness becomes necessary anxiety. while one says, “Pain cannot live without
an agent.” quite profound. we can’t locate it without consciousness. while
concentration can induce it from an outer source. that stands circular. or, it
is because of her. how? because she did it. we see something quite
unsophisticated. but true at times!
what lines were crossed, where one
determined a fact, while totally inexperienced in unsaid domain? it just is. or
I feel uncomfortable. but recoding perception is, either for, or against,
becomes questionable. so prized by self. we die to feel prized by others. deep
insecurity needs this from anyone.
a man passed a STD. he was nonchalant
about it. the woman called him an animal. it never crossed his mind.
