ReRites (Rejoicing, Near Blossoms, Pleasing Light) [July 2017]

in the morning with the keen of something like soul mind banks futures ~ + ~ It Is In Our Deep star. the poem wronged, our cupped breath waiting a decade fucking love itself. everything must cheat their sex Shackles feeder perplex pent-up scraps of peace, robbed blooms, photographs, ebbs, guises, Anecdotes, the perpetual grace of departure, your codes, And that winding, that went on. And we were afraid of it, and fed. ~ + ~ Mead: Unshaken, filled the palette, with a sick, vivid, weeping Half-Way Orpheus in the business of blood disease and hate assemblied flights into fire Soarn Instructor 1790 hones a wisp of a cardboard sign a shade clinging to thinking, mentioned there like something—good divination, secondhand obligated to devote touch, to say this bareskin, to the time of hair aspens rustling we lead the returning ruts to flare scars in the grass I gave you my Temptations brought the larva to sleep and took your nest. Rose-quartz silence opened Speculation’s innocent bower Hacking your world of smoke. So I must never pass this Beloved and late delight opinion and clucking spirit Degraded and mean! Avoid gentle green despair & pure heart tales of tragic sex That boil fires in sonic eye + What man can hew flows from bread spiked with nestle, fuchsia-tree’s south-west wings. + Wandering I live away, rejoicing, near blossoms pleasing light Slashed from solutions, Bone-spur joking clinging aside