i would compromise --i compromise. i appear to i mean, with peace-demeanor customized for show paraded there and there, obeisant nonsense in a confidence of meek to render compliments crowding infancies of all
for the sake of art i bend my frame about cliche to have a human dragon claim "the real persists unknown" and gather at a sacred dolmen fascinating morals sung beneath the stars and sun-- you said there was a butterfly tasting at my skull, shaking with uncommon music too.. its skinny, immigrant feet abuzz within the world they called a One, wings on pause, my eyebrows in flight.
a blanket iris cries warmth in clusters hung ripe, filming over all a native ceremonial, falsepolitik i pluck at them atop a fence obscure for comforts masking truth discarded, found, fashioned into furniture for candled houses built with children's sons where families try to see a clearing in the warping mirrors saddled with a dripping time no illustration comprehends . wooden beams help it rise and dim, the sunny lie, genuinely fake, authentic trick of aeons hidden in the true -- growing young, stemming back to foil brighter undiscoveries for otherwisely patient basements full of heirlooms, sheik dining areas all nodding over cheap wine we still manage to squint up at nothing at in apple layers symbolizing tidy crimes invented ceaselessly, serving existential voids-- grace, fall, stumble catch acquired tones of oak or berry-- other fruits would do, or none, as i still feel praised by your rejections -- when indifference gains a sweetness like a novel vengeance won i am indulging villainy workshopping staling norms, garden dark as cultivated loam. where i am words mooding intellect to torment, faun complexity awry