magenta glands
upon sad cries like ghettoes abandoned. eating locusts reminded of goodness
amazed he lost his neck. reborn at pills partner held patience so much easier
to hurt. too neural to ignore too lovely to escape too desperate to forsake. I found
a truism, in this jungle of ghosts, followers will find others to cleave to.
life on this path, doors are new life, prior to investigating the room. must
find what works. must disappear. must outgrow a guru. a feat in pain a trail in
a mile with hell neatly made edible. a little self-government. a little
healing. wheezing deeper contempt. I shook sanity I laughed at traumas, all my
own. it was freaked out, I ate with crows, I vacuumed skies.
a bit more to it.
so high out to lunch. running back to caves.
a lunatic saint,
an interim performance like acting to survive—thrust into deeper waters, bathed
inside skin, sinews shedding spirit.
I ask about roots,
have we stuck to it, by graces to feature fruition. believing against
sanity, raiding
inner lakes, I hit a cigarette getting lost in sentences. much more to live, to
understanding, I was more impetuous.
lineage is given a
title, a title becomes behavior, like law in a Judge. deeper into a tooth bed
asking if tenets are holdable, releasing anything making little argument for itself.
a lie. ha! waxing into a damn overseer, a manager, over another’s existence.
calligraphy
voiceprints.
fiber ransom.
we must impugn
motives.
