We’re unlicensed, Love, at acrobatics, singing for the unsung—the glorious planet, the reckless cries, a torrent through islands: a land of abuses, the pardoned endeavor, nights with fruit cocktail: as mere men, loving for broken, at tendencies bred, afraid of mystics. I loved the brevity, the retrievable scars, abashed for chosen, a family of addicts. resurrection, the mental
plant,
buds speaking Sanskrit: casual music, the inner background, those inner earbite(s)—
parents laughing at venial sins:
the inverted curse, the mystic aflame (an inversion flickers), arms reaching about, touched by the gods: the intense gaze, the promised paradise, psychs seated aside flashbacks; at Sahara passions, the lemur petting child, monkeys eating fruits, dying wolves, the whale upon
land, mayfly beauty
—made into chaos, an unborn child, the biochemic behaviors: if alive, we perish, if deadened, we live, abandoned by our years by the cheery-leaves.
We get closer to towns, listening by the bells, a series of inverted melodies: those lenient raptures, our grannies’ soups, aches and rebukes: a portal adrift, a channel misfired, microcosm genetics.
Tears swell into webs, the life to the vestibules, generous desert-cores: therapists marching, resilient by the deaths, afraid to purpose the hand to science: obliged to surfing, skating at waves, palms filled with mercies.
I would follow demons, screaming for faith, at anger with love: the feudal handkerchief, days to taxes, the deep faux-pas; mother dwells there, the slight of the moons,
the dream with heresies, the force with verses;
as laughs become cries, to pebble a river, at shivers, bleeding apparitions; the ghostly countenance, fire-sure devices, nights to more doubts, uncertain bridges.
I’m
tied to each sentence. I’m staring at towers. The inner miscall; the rabid
dream-wall; City Red Seas.
