Tuesday, March 9, 2021

Assurance Has Died

 

what would it mean in a warrior to uncut his soul? an endless ocean even with boundaries so cursed to see more than reasonable. torn apart hanging from trees or reborn forced to live self-oppression. a kingdom of sadness at best it’s malaise while it was around in adolescence. so much a conduit such beta waves into a new freedom. so filthy our nails undressing our ligaments laughing. too insane to reclaim it. too bashful to address it. while so alluring she hates her beauty. such flailing buildings such architecture as aloof a second too late. it was ghetto antennas or antlers on cries aside a deer eating grass. 

I was moved inside or a flagon was speaking while essence is thorny. too much uneasiness too much absurdity a person must have a high pedigree. daily it picks daily it muffles where alarms are unheard. the fountain is out of water, the pond is algae, our creeks are filled by platypus. needing recovery or fiending for happy circumstance or making love to strangers. a running cave ablaze a nightmare while driving too fast. a bouncing vehicle like a hundred on a freeway, his car flipped backwards. tragedy captured life afraid of music or after it happens born with remorse. an olden soul those crystal eyes a kiss for good luck! 

I have no idea. it’s lonely this way. while a warrior is a lost soldier. 

love might shower tomorrows. love might deplete today. or it was certainly love before it forfeited. 

such limerence as in infatuation while I couldn’t sing praise. or so disgusting as mad beautiful a person wanting to share in filth.     by lifeblood by contradiction by rebels dying with courage. 

fragile like wings or broken like beliefs as asunder like Baptists. 

a head on a platter, as granting one gift, “I want to kill innocence.” a blood war a frantic cough or a man bleeding from his lungs. like loving you is easy. like hearing that nonsense is plausible. or awakening at 3 a.m. knowing neurotransmitters are activated. to feel like a ghost to remove an island or to seduce one’s miseries. as hating something. it might be self. because I have passed this symbol before. such ineffable apparitions such a swiftness to it or gunning while longing if but one last womb. a plural man a satisfied man, so dissatisfied! 

a seed in wilderness this frontier or pioneers as mere children. a gut battle, a fuck war while none gave a damn!    

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