So chaste, Love. So muddy the diamond. Such contradiction. One life, one phantom. By working harder, by art the tangle, by baptism.
Too much shame the oracles. Too much of what life prevents. Sweet galvanization: to gallop all evening, motion forbidding movement.
I was with pash and displeasure. I was ever low in those highs.
If the cadent lights, how far we go. In pointing to wealth, such excellent embrace. It neither makes it, nor fails it.
Somewhere between extremes. The message for one in a dream.
In making sense, angelizing habits, one portal for a man, thrice perfected in woman. Tugging at gusts, falling into elements, a melting crown, a rising thorn.
Wisdom seems lonely: what use is solitary excellence? In this season, to imagine womanhood, the best of seductive shadows, mirrors made foggy.
Assorted feelings. Perfected self-loathing. To hear a gentle, raspy voice.
One more approach, one trembling cadence.
