it’s a blessing to die with you or a curse to run from you as it meant nothing to rescue you – the man in his glass those opera facts with symphony gauging our replies. a madman is bleeding those crimson moons while heaven became a dripping faucet. things we never utter or beliefs we hold sacred while too much liquor might creep in. the tides in clowns those halcyon miseries as a man might devastate its grounds. so much was in you so stern in flying where aching or hurting was so damn beautiful. to die gripping sheets such an ultimate orgasm so much more an angelic climax – as lime built, the tower fell, we rushed through France. as beasts in sadness or sudden happiness so accursed for living science – an objective eye a breaking temple so afforded another storm.
by sun rising so cold in chills such flu systems. a ghost-granduncle a message meaning little a reign of coyotes. I have loved while holding back as with pain it skips its sky. the blood anarchist the teal atheist or a soul Christian so long he began to strategize. susurrous poles or shells – what have you heard? it comes as a surprise it makes us murmur while others just listen; so much a dead face such turtles running for seas such snakes blocking their paths. I was away in a land upon an island in my head – oceans were scrambling dear anxiety was racing such appeals as in a monument – the purest of holiness those sparks in intestines while it rained all month; such drab weather or a floating gargoyle as a snake might speak to get dry. I have loved like winning such pure joy this is what people chase for in strangers. the fire of the furnace the niece in those clouds the son he didn’t have; so accursed for reneging so blatant in agonies or rushing to re-channel the beginning.
a
soul feels unsettled a wrung in his neck a feather in another’s net. to live
forever, like a miserable nun too much to sustain impetuosity. fill the skies efface
anguish while we fret boredom.
