Thursday, January 27, 2022

The Redressed Topic

 

love is too much to contain. souls need love. the competition makes love hard to conquer. surefire fervor, muscular legs, well built into a palace, the times I was without love. like a lonely outcast, a chimpanzee, with earlobes burning. if to see invisibility, to crave intangibility, upon a rose, upon romance.

 

sullen upon the spectrum of love, its pivot, with sure laughter driving two mad.

 

binoculars next to a tablet. watching songbirds—to happen upon a phoenix. weariness—to see it transform, much a dynamic woman. one might mourn firstly, cry later, and make silence beautiful.

 

dear jasper leaves, jasmine flesh, softer sorrows are unsteady. to admire an appealing figurine, as built on thoughts, rushing into every vein in one’s body. heating brainwaves. alpha antennas. deep dark purple anguish. to seep into a synaptic isolation.  

 

much in soul and spirit and sorrows. partial disconnection, or derangement, or insignificant enough to call a coin a double talker, most usually innuendoes, most peculiar fire.

 

oh loving soul, to have loved of old, too grown to leave love alone. perfected perspectives. glowing glitter—garden and grain. winnowed like emotions. fevered like flame. made sky and sand and heaven.

 

love is a private, hysterical, secretive, public love. love is genetic. some were oriented for love, some for passion, some for lusts, many for all the above. love is made of faith, made susceptible, love is religiosity, an art to believe in. love is melancholic serenity.

 

love is false correlations, screaming irrelevance. so much a misfitted excellence.

 

love is a misfire. the last generation new love. the first generation defined love, or was it the fifth, or the tenth?

 

love appeals to reason, but love is grander than reason. the paradigm is love, upon love, the geography of love, the dynamite inside of flame—another for love, with others for love, with anxieties fretting the call of love.

 

love and sex keep peace. sex is universal. we need to express ourselves, more to release ourselves, searching for ultimate gratification.

 

the ego desires love … it comments on the dearth of love, the mishaps caused by love, and the unfulfilling love.  

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