Wednesday, March 31, 2021

By Existential Love!

 

(the justice in tragedy as far away from self, such a delicate ending.) I trivialize meaning I refute grandiosity at wars daily. I take to nakedness such an architect so much permission to be silent. just a minute, was lights on, you know my name. a lamp wincing a bulb flickering a smoggy/smoky room. the filth of the beginning the angst of touching while it disappears swiftly. so alphabetical, such zigzagging, upon a jigsaw puzzle. a blatant mistake while we hold for curtains in such a pain it feels too delicate. such zeal in zest such feelings in favors as fevered for alimony. a marriage in a ghost a million for a house or a trillion for a woman. so decent in appraisal so coarse in what was found, while a man pleads forgiveness. the flux of balloons sometimes atop and floating or below and grieving; those chocolate eyes, or vanilla skies, while most have settled into lethargy. such a languishing voice so seductive while so sad. a depressed feeling a musical apathy at lakes in crimson – the piano on its ocean those cargos as florid such Nike’s for a deceased beauty. too much a grave for Linda at a party with London as presumed I would write a memoir. so assumed in you like a man earned you while it was roses to gain entry. sure into serum certainly into salience addicted to hips, derrière, and thighs; a face as voiced a soul as poetic or prose as too sickening. a pear for breakfast a nectarine for lunch, out of energy begging for entrance. as ghosts floating as skiing in sunshine while palming snow. a living spirit a woman in spirit while some adventures are glorious. fire in havens or thinking as on purpose, to tap into one while did it for another! upon a violin or maybe a cello while strings seem so polite. a wind in art a gift come purple while loving you would drive insanity. so blessed to achieve so written to succeed so palatial in a scream. as concluded but to ask, would it be by existential love?    

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