SOME COMPARATIVELY NOCTURNAL with apotheosis turns to the top of the hidden rain feeling to foreshadow the pain bends the theater and there flows the fear of the respiratory system and cardiac function finding sketchy cozy meeting to have you and if not music Vivaldi speaks and in the last hail! reason explanation metaphysical perspective wish for what perfect was old limit suffering and effort waiting for work of the passing alcoholic love with the skin blushes every love.
WITH MATHEMATICAL ACCURACY THE SURPLUS in the osmosis cell generalizes the plus – minus dinnery unexpectedly in the physiological system of potassium and sodium such plan unendurance meanwhile for all evenings with hot mistake end of the stillness edge similarity in bow at dawn and where to explain it in the Emily’s Dickinson alphabet with earthquake risk telling me shady poet another encomium of makeup any start as to ourselves we raise perspective born instead of it is for us to be –I can’t, moment and invention without postponements day made for the beginning always –light maybe.
I DON’T THINK ABOUT what I don t know how the wait changes Light-hearted heartbreak in the first nature in the vines entangled in the interpretation to sigh and dwell our sea and if the rules in the world from the beginning cause the unshakable court of the father in exile with sunshine to skin the shutters of wood that does not rain and are the days how many we see now every chance in my old Manhattan neighborhood air wretched in the cutting of ancient clay coins in the countryside without caring good luck with pain in the danger I can.
UNDERSTANDABLE THE THEORY OF PAIN that ravages the village’s Denver by ruining the silver heart-shaped godfather’s clock in the fountain by running to quench my thirst from homemade upper-ground subtlety of history by turning the anthems back saying in space yesterday with a boundless light phos and here! what I found –life staying no one has anything to do with lying one with me came emotions and it is night leaving.
WRAPPED ORCHARD DESTINATION to become a vineyard like raisins sweet must written from the very beginning only to climb the cherubic hymn begging to be solved in the smoking area one in the landscape which is a little frightened lest he be lost in the earthquake of Santorini and Amorgos like the tree line in the politician of Ithaca conjugated furniture born star fair on the slope with unripe olives in the waters opposite to It is an earthy conjunctive monument to walk in the desolate sun and only if it is still saved.
IF I ever looked at the homeland gay anthem to be drawn into eternal rhetoric quickly as it is wetted by the river beside me the steady flowing arrhythmia on the shore where it ended wisely in the glass that you gave me to drink the tears of the woman naked something abstract balance four in the morning the only way present beyond my most hidden thoughts in the bed remnant of war now poetry erasing love we worship ourselves not sorrow to be diminished by timeless life in the field.
LABYRINTH PAST IN THE SAME LANDSCAPE without any name to sparkle the saltiness on the skin breathing somewhat like a low sculpture cast magic courageous heartfelt America behind a bush the lover in the pebbles kinesthesia destruction preferring the holy day of the meeting hiding the algae in need of inside fire the starry structure like foreign currency oath blowing the movement between us with the turtle in the aquarium to mediate the fate of momentum in marine intercourse how else not to forget low in.
ASIMINA CHASANDRA
CARDOZO SENIOR CLASS OF 1991
QUEENS NEW YORK USA
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