I kneeled
down one morning. it began to upchuck. it poured for minutes. I thought about Bhakti,
or combinations, those canyons are filled with estuaries. upon bigger
brains, tendered by grandiosity, at battles with lion fish. such fine arts or
chainsaws at invisibility, most are angered with the cosmos. but we sip merlot
or watch an inner eye our aches filled with intuition.
I reflect on sanity, its thinning
lines, while undergoing upheaval: a steep climb up a steep staircase under a
steeper sky. close to a reef shark, or roaming memories, while we decipher
things late into its war; as bellicose suffocation, so charged to behave, where
passion suffers from depression. if to love you, like normality suggests, we
might become miserable.
it opens to souls it closes without
warning it speaks harshly with softness.
I watched bull ants while untamed by
intrusion to realize wrongness. a person holds much. it builds up. same person
does something self-incriminating.
those years in jars or born weaving
so adolescent with heart trouble.
I kneeled down one evening. pressure
was seeping. I entered unaware of what comes out. such a secret for most, such
an opening for some, as it often occurs after passion. such dear hurting,
surefire aches, such as trampled often.
lavish fire, or an endless pool,
seated at the skyline. sweet memories touched by rawer essence while we try
hands at resilience. to live in us or to trust in us what more is such
preciousness? bound to constellations walking wires such welts upon a teenage
fever.
as regathered such primroses as
purposed by your smile. to kneel in flame as morphing into melting such Divine Water.
dipped or sprinkled but rinsed as a confession – such sanction or Blake is chains
if given most eternity – our motion moving our miles between us, as creatures
ever getting closer.
welcomed to mythos or angels
in hindsight betting on a kangaroorat. born to a scorpion lost to a wilderness
too unheard to develop a mighty voice.
