the
sun isn’t up, but a smile came, it went clawing rain. by former clauses or new
provisions to have come to you late hour. too specialized too familiar we love
for mental engagement. so Asiatic so colorful as a heart would beat ten meters
into its cave. drums rage or cymbals clang such grape peaches. to bend gusts to
palm fire or to suffer airs. our minds adoring but a woman’s disbelief as
placed too high to reach.
it churns as it grows the birds are
in mourning. so sparsely silent so tickled by emergence so converted by angels.
by sweeter condition the beauty in the rain our minds aloof from absurdity. to
have worked 12 years, to have become a neurologist at too much science to live.
our countenance blurry our souls with glee while a memory might cast us sullen.
so perfected in white a bit of oil for scalps a tinge of sorrow for attraction.
as coarse quickly if slighted gently most overt essence remains uncaptured.
a soul in fantasies where some may
listen with sparks chasing our spirits.
it was life so new so cordial. it
was pain so free it felt delivered or eyes so pure it was disbelief. accustomed
to shades by gray. as to clump too many into a pile. while one might die to see
us smile. berries in wines or cherries on pies or breadnut at 3 a.m.
so blessed in soul so many diamonds
in physical so cursed to feel; as educated to dance such sweet victory while
life has something incredible. nectar such sugar or wrath too vital while anger
is used to transform pain. as such skylights or social shoji screens where most
remain invisible.
too much to ignore too little to
adore with tense existential chasing.
