Sunday, May 21, 2023

Name The Undulation

 

to worship an unexplained element. to value a phantom. to go by Love, agape, logos, affection. wondering about a desert, humid at nights, humility during days; to have worshiped her, in all of essence, to have shunned her. from country to trees, from fox to wolve, bled dry, begging at points, fraught, filled with pathos; missing an exit, digging soil, feeling like offal—headed there, emotion séance, alike to fragments reborn—elements unsafe. on a Sunday, a surreal vibe, pushing mind-caves, intellect disputing understanding. with needs by catharsis, a moment in chimes, an art made redundant—each element repeated, needing nuance, if it works; aside if humdrum, if banal, looking at people … so worked up, finding her ark, familiar with undulation, recording interior, memories beyond explanation, needing ache to last forever. to worship oxygen, namaste, to give a title, to internalize a kingdom, mesmerized by landscapes. neat or unkempt—to praise Love, mixed by meaning, an inner transmission, gears shifting. deeper by forests, an effusion by coppice, sailing on dry land—making unvetted instincts, reared by intuition, fraught by emotion, as if a pathogen.   

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