the rising of breeds, like ancient
realism, and pathological errors. steel seems like rabid chains, inner
swirling, the chasing of time.
a granny sits and listens, a
hundred years of wisdom, and unrelenting.
it feels like piercing Christ, drinking
more berries, the table now bears witness.
neuronic telekinesis, two gifted
souls, as never mentioned the in-between.
if dyeing ambitions, fused together,
the soul is computed.
myriad spirits, blessings and
excellence, pure resurrection.
itchy brains, at love for results, Rumi
has designed essence. we follow.
such luscious fruit, by far a mantle,
humanity holds something obscure.
(more resistant to science.)
yoga as the relief, or sweat
lodges, an interconnected flicker.
sweet mystic matrimony, such writhing
agonies, the pictures of invisibility.
and aqua pearls, turquoise rubies,
colors of Africa. with
a capella seekers, duet
miracles, the symphony speaks about Yahweh.
if not for literature, and
remarkable saints, the great war, managing the dispensation of knowledge.
with woes, to adore the season,
while disputing the weather.
feeling concerned, scheduled to
experience life, the rhythm, art, and stream.
the last of empires, the final critique,
the soul’s reservoir.
