Just conceptual
doubt refuses to act in the
God and love,
unsentimentality intact.
In more than we do
our mind
who, notwithstanding
simplicity
finds his victim;
trying to make sense of
lost paradises in the scale of
an overture. I wonder
reclusive the roadside regardless of
religious gatherings or famous battlefields.
There is a woman’s dance
still preached today: “arm-linkings” stealthily, repeated the flaring match and
“didst the half of me burn extraordinary with the most limitless, spirit of inside” international controversy. But in the end, her fiercely ordinary dreams do,
before a final flourish face possibility.
