Looking was
adventure. Seizing was electrocution. And losing has been devastation.
In debt of
survival, as long the horizon, acute terrors and isolation; to adore again,
after hell and wind, surety of math and staff.
So dazed and
reversed, sudden into mesmerization, eating sin at 3 AM.
Addicted to
adrenaline, unknowingly, feeling effects of depression—by absence of excitement.
Adoring a soul, like blind to life,
so much the end of naivety.
In her galaxy,
sure pledge of diamonds, to measure and exalt soul; measured as irregular,
another a thought, soaring through freeways, if born to die with
disappointment.
It’s never what was expected, if so,
it exhausts itself, with hell to pay for one-to-one correlations.
When we met, it was professional, soon
to become agitation; flying nonchalance, broken wings, art becomes pain.
