ReRites (Shadows came for Joy) [June 2017]

My Power is Lament Clouds and budded ghosts of the world of peace. Water peace where there is wind. I rewind laws, spawn little stains: That moment when you cannot perceive the singers giving you life. Are you too weak? Drink, be one possessed. ABATTOIR Skimrack, bided, thoughtless sandlessly, in dissonance. Grieve not : cancel new flowers? The blind river guessed what was being done to the people of the house perpetual as the earth fable rears from. In that blood I speak buoyancy gleaming disdain. broke from moulted valve, off-color therapy, and never-ending parasites. Ramble, and hem the tulips triumphant attempt to leave unaided time a different crisis random human deaths Peach-blossom caressed. laughing birthing breached the dependable tissues of ages, bleaching on a skewered heart. Now etc.? Nothing of the other The indictment dogwood drooped around me shackled like old roads. Wisdom announced the sound of night between his scars. Nearby, nylon awareness insisted that magic bricks bomb the air. A still house concealed our spiritual ATM. Shadows came for joy Odor eclipse, ocean loose, benches underground. The sound of someone, shouting forever.