Sartre empty promise of something important
Her smile was never for anyone, not this one, this smile served its master by just being smiled. I fell in love with that cosmic forbearance of true self. Next to hope, there is no higher lesson, I have not learned well yet.
Possible nothing was ever done of substance
Obdurate waves obscure the Judas
is all of us
Deposed of psychic strokes
Whats the base line-
Under your cloak.
talk to effervescence-
offer her a litmus test,
of the regiment of common cold,
hearts stole and courages hole-
that you stuck it in.
Soul of memory,
it comes back colored faint-
Drips out the words you love to hate...
yesterday is a lie you-will-live-in-every-day
until you die.
A ballon on golden thread
or the closet,
chain, sewn lips,
and unending moo of lovedonesdead.
Entropy where be the seed,
the horse, the rider, the way, the need,
to match in It's unending greed?