with evolving
wings, delicate cries, winter was autumn and pain felt glorious. senses
inclined to soar, swooshing through cities, most gorgeous how it arises. most
have died, the ecstasy of its contradiction, yoked, seeming astray—fire wishes,
fevered destiny—a soul will outlive its chambers. most tender essence, most un-salient
depth, dear oceanic eyes—rhythmic sorrow, through days of chaos, so uncertain
about why we war easily. much mockery, to have come full circle, to have
outlived the younger self; pulled by inclines, habitual residue, pausing from time
to time. softer morals rioting ethics, our worlds filled with paradox. too much
to lust. too much to claim profundity. too esoteric to profess ineffable; a
soul to its perils, a mother to her sensories, a father to his soul. most
dynamic forests, gathering fruits with macaques, at frames for mental
pictures.to awaken in confines, roaming against freedom, realizing breath might
be terrific.
suddenly a soul of
concern, a different music, a similar instrument. apricots for breakfast.
peaches for lunch. more harmony for dinner. a machine for others, a passive
observer of self, at a tendency to resist positive affirmation. sky blue
memories, turquoise beliefs, a little humility concerning our natures. too
disenchanting. too terrible. too much to absorb. minds rebuking mirrors,
reflections laughing with pain, as time becomes its last mockery. so much to
confess this, some live out beauty, in a sealed universe. what in me needs to
see? why have I designed something acute? as I speak with force, the curse of
the overloaded, the blessing of one’s children. most debate trust; most
advocate for trust; to a degree, we must trust.
physicality
determines consumption. true interior discusses longer life. halcyon comforts.
distressed justice. rapturous sensuality. to adore while moving, to move so
swiftly, to lose, rest, and win again. it sounds this scent in this mountain at
a bobcat’s cave. with rare beliefs, with passionate alchemy, with numbing
beauty.
