Have felt love swell
And heard it wane
Watched it die
And can feel it resurrected
God is love
’Tis strange
To run
Opened wounds in truth
Perforating blood
Open relationships
As leaves on breezes
Once always long forgotten
Many (rivers/peaches) to hunt
And merely imaginatively
In avoidance of moral ties
A noose in buttons undone
I weep and heave for love
And cannot hear the heartbreak
Globalizing (direct cut puppet strings/
Worlds enclosed in moments)
(Temporality/robota) laughs her way
To death split psychologies
Directly at those whose guns might blaze
Lifetimes embraced in brushes of a day
Prawns in a maze
Doth feed the fire resisting stays
Hath (seen/dwelled) inside a woman’s soul
Can sense her breakers’ moral pelt
Her leaves so delicately blown
A horse whose master slain
She’s a (dreamcatcher/
(Night’s/knight’s) mare on
A (lonely/balmy) plain/
A hollow hollow grave meandering)
Through (strains/strands)
Of cynical delirium
As (manifested/glamourized)
Each ascertained and overly become
A (dilettante/eccentric phase)
A love so delicately (sung/unsung)
(In closed/enclosed) circles
At better position to believe her lies
As so surely will they come
Hath forced to strangle
A solitary lightness as unbearable
As uncertainty in beloved
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