Wednesday, March 10, 2021

Memories for Measurement

 

the wet concrete built by sediments the lake is dry. a funeral for love, a pain in guts, to see a remarkable trace. such healing as uncured so wild in deeper needs. an appetite for passion a few destroyed by beauty soft into older ages. undry feelings so sundry in parts flipping or raging falling into walls. so stunned to see you, as so difficult to adjust to, such veins into a new stranger. the balance as ruined the same ritual as destruction with hopes of meeting one we can’t keep.     upon a songbird such tender palms rereading as looking for you. so cool but at warmth such stew as uncooked such flowing to arrive in you. a river to seas such wasted islands while ice has given absurd comfort. too nervous too frightened, a person taps into an invisible person. too let go isn’t fulfilling, to watch how it unfolds, we wrangle over inevitability. such individuals such begging or pleading while too much depends on you loving us. such jejune persons, so naïve, where it often sounds good to ears. sweet candy sweeter release another half decade. sodden gristle or untethered marrow such sour soup. a day so far, a memory so lost while to love you I must ignore you. so fierce so framed so fractured – a kind monster, a kindling muse, trying to knit a mudslide. the king in sins the queen with fens while we try something too hard for our temperament. a faucet was running, a knock hit the door, a man was bleeding from his intestines. something woke up. something snapped and fled. those lamps were terrified.     we turbo into dynasties while wild or weaving such polite satire. so ironically simplistic so exposed for existence, while despair was necessitated. to live closer in disappearance to adore like winning if but a person to accept our agenda. so much sacrifice or non-sacrifice determined to remain hermetic. a ghost breaking iron a machine making metals so ferric into a space rejecting its nature. purer jasper such jasmine perfume aside captures or cravings. so treasured its covenant so witnessed by inanimation as embodied in memory or belief.

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