tobacco crops aside a memory as lost in genetics. born with identity upon a blank canvas, it isn’t correct. looking at fantastic becomes inviting while we hassle over familiarity. by an inner nemesis as one grinds crystals or eats glass so much prevention. I was complaisant or understudied while true love requires maintenance. a meerkat as a gift or sweet wine with whispers or everything I couldn’t remember. scented essence as reexplained where unveiling has become an issue. by a need to feel wavy or chiming carefully with passion in each arm. like tablets meant for you, such others wanting privilege, but Gentiles aren’t civilized. a mind filled with loses while it controls like so close but no cigar. a collar or a cellar a miracle or fate so late at arriving. too open to challenge too terrific to ignore such either for or against ego.
cotton crops as in our lineage as to wonder about our inheritance. but she dances like perfect weather so addicted to our imagery. a brochure on matters a notebook on rights while many are enraged. papers over our couches, bodies atop papers, it feels so electronic. so much a demand or so much a requirement, where eyes are too many to misbehave. a seabird has flown we followed to an escape aside trashbins filled with cooked products.
silk
worms are every at pride such luxury in nature by draft to sense a problem.
if I confess a
weakness, will you see it as a strength? if I get bold, is that disrespect, or
affectation? we pride genetics while misunderstood, those lights keep
flickering. it becomes a design our comforts our abandonments our security. to
work at closure to become caring, sensitive, receptive humans. as many at
recoveries – from life, happenstance or both. arrested by agony such anguished
beauty where bringing goodness reveals stressors. trying in one direction, such
another pops up, like miles into a jungle. waking to walk looking at chameleons
or sudden into illusion. those hills just watching those daunting mountains or
deciding that one is enough.
so much a need to
overwhelm a box or break into chances. like old information or indirect clichés
or politeness we grow into. interior tapes or CDs while miseries tend to make
agendas. a few snippets of courage but seeming enough as to approach a difficult
discussion. where wild in session or scratching intestines while filled with
social absence. to adore like memories, as living off of memories such days one
was a different galaxy. microcells or macro-bars such steel suffocating
ambition. to know too much while never more as a creature hungry to know
anything. if told grandness, if ached beyond measure, would you call me weak?
as in needing to be loved, but unreasonable about love, while never intending
to be loved. too much stuff too many marbles, I can’t grip my grounding. like a
dark morning in mourning but filled with kerosene; so flammable so alive,
another can’t sleep. our worktable our nutshells, our intuition; as leaves fall
or snails wiggle to imagine bringing out the best in you. like nonstop
infatuation, should we call it difference, for it scrambles into mind-crevices?
our modalities our senses that is, as kids so aged, we feel like miracles.
playing with a jigsaw or filing a jackknife or jousting with a wraith – too much
to die or too little to try where signs seem surgical.
