upon
kaleidoscopes such harshness outside many petals strewing about. adorned faces
midnight facials, preparing for conference. it seemed odd or unsubstantial but I
cherished our brevity. a few words might pop up, just to sprinkle prose, while
too prosaic is often lonely. such media eyes such technology guesses, I stumble
about how we adore each other. over seared duck breasts, laughing gayly, filled
with contagion. so dear in science, a desperate creature, so consequential.
such wild mushrooms sautéed by personalities such ruthless stealing(s).
I have to regroup. I have to vet
each presumption. it’s frustrating. most people correct each other, trophies
are signals, while often a person needs boldness. we want to feel life, we need
more showing, and less telling. like we assess literature, we assess humans,
where if one fits, we go crazy.
I
interviewed myself. I wasn’t floored. I have many potholes.
but angels are looming such gentle
frequency as one understood our humanity. many mockingbirds, we condemn easily,
it becomes, “It must fit me (neither I it).” such dazzling features, or
eccentric beats, wild drums such thrumming hormones. as a shadow walking
un-lighted, sure deeper cries … by spaces in dialect by rhythms bleeding while I
need to know but an unbreakable magnet – those long-lived curses.
a motley of emotions. an illusion
made touchable. such luminous wounds.
I would become absorbed, in a
slightness – or hands or feet or stance; to enjoy such days wired to fire with
no true remorse. to see pancakes or syrup as to how its shared or spread – as thin
layers, no serious depth, where most are avoiding such reddening flags. to live
lucent, as opposed to anxious, while life too might seem unfulfilling; but to
hell with mire, to life with excitement, while bed time is often spacious.
off-white clouds, by ebb and flow,
surefire billows as we dance.
