Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Garden Inrush

 

I roam the fire petting petals, panting

inside; marvels at sanity in planting

philosophies; treacherous cattle, inner

disguise, the quintessence is existence;

fueled beliefs, inauthentic beliefs, some

have lived with rust; by an example to

live in this space of androids, certain traits

mean altered realities; honest for true,

functionality is derivative,

a lack of understanding becomes

understanding;

more roses, begonias, carnations.

 

either struggling wishes, or stronger

inclinations, I divest you as you

devoid me; drastic rotation, unpaved

intelligence, it registers, none the best.

 

movie details in there, they play guitar,

a young boy sits at invisibility;

charm in mind, anxiety charisma,

galvanized made demented.

 

love was chaste, dealing with fiction,

everything society desires: a

porcelain trait, rain accounted for good,

promises I believe in.

 

I would tarry there, losing skies, if to

unearth the forbidden jungle.

 

seems troubling to unthread pain, hand

painting terror; immortal cries, terrific

talent, existence interrogates its

charms; lucid, demanding, foggy, clear,

all existence, contradiction; munificent

alms, atop greater disgusts, insomuch

as, both hands negotiate shame; needing

requirements, if to sky-surf, better,

if to remain with favor.  

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