Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Innocent Trajectory

 

By debt, determination, & dreams

—to imagine more thoughts, culture

made crosswise,

love demonstrates. Clumsy sentence,

more important content, lost, found,

abandoned.

Sick by illustration, wigging intuition,

flavor, flowers, & freezing.

To feel awakening, decode imagination,

to surrender intentionality.

Condemned for knowledge,

best to play guitar—as you—contained,

observant, grounded, giggling a little,

too modest to swear.

And yonder, to appear by senses,

a light in seas, too far for patience,

to admire a dream.

We should talk.

It will never occur.

I treat life like riddles. I find it has truth.

Unison anxiety:

your bones, my marrow, our trembling.

I became alert by adoring what

I couldn’t believe,

seduced, to garner satisfaction,

like asking for

darkness, to kiss a vision, with pain

watching.

I can’t be inside with a torch &

unable to speak in turn the map of

our cosmos.

Bending like roads, wiggling like

poodles,

seduced by an aura, sudden to

attempt

magic … notwithstanding what

hibernates,

arises quickly, suffering as

forbidden, avoided; sweet miracle

on high it hurts,

living is deliberate by faith. To

become wilderness, to request

eternity, to see it in eyes, to

remember, it shall not be.  

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