a feeble mind of softness -
i regard as my God, as my soul, blooming laughter -
from Hell and it’s renewing moments opening doors -
love - unlocks conclusion, divine Terrace becomes every spring and winter humbled -
plundering in boots,
unsteady and loose
eyes, like fire walls that must learn its radiance to shine on -
war of tears, city of manipulation, a sword that never dies -
works its power, years of twisting in the breeze -
by which intimacy,
a species exciting and excitable -
the atomsphere, near friends, clearing and igniting alive to the edge-
tasting, vida toward heaven all the emotion keeping with the visual-
a distinguished kind, we live and rise, no weak moments-
the casual yet,
manifesting its behavior
renewing minds and faith in the meeting of tears, deep entering nautical -
i live in turns and folds of reacting trees in moon's swagger -
repeating my walks in wetgrass, in presumable nature fine tuned in hail and breeze
a cold - grip, foaming...
- folding the stirs of trees -
a good moaning like a moving plunge
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