The incorporeal has always been new to this body,
A biblical mystery, one of killing air and zephyrs that slice
To abolish the frigidity from out my lungs, sprouting
Decayed magnolias. They metamorphose into
Antique-white daggers, like Apollo did to Clytie,
Or you and I, and burst by the atmospheric pressure of our
Grieving wails. I hate it. I hate it the same as fork-tailed
Lionesses hate the bushy plumes of erratic rabbits.
I loathe it. I loathe it the same as nature loathes
The vacuum of time, unnecessary light, and future
Ventures unable to gauge. Love, do not be upset.
Do not hate and loathe it all like me, the harshness of
These impossibilities surrounding us and within the cogs
Of my spaceman head. You do anyway. Except Love, you brought me here. we
It must be the millionth time, another of those ventures
Unable to gauge you push me toward. Of course, Love,
The happiness here cannot glide around anymore, and it
Never will. Once it did, once it did-in another home,
Another wanderer star, a Venetian-like celestial body
Before its populace washed the landscape away. Love,
Commend our new life on this one. Exalt in it, glorify
And revere it like religion. Accept and admire it like
Adultery does in broken women. Remember, Love,
You brought us here! O how you reek of sardonic intelligence;
The persuasion of your disposition was never of spiritual
Ascension. You had always remained idol in your academic
Study, building your book of nuclear codes to launch us
Both into orbit. And look, Love, you have, you ultimately
Have. At last! Now we will never recover. You did it as if you
Hated me. How divine. How excellent. How evolutionary.
How evolutionary of us! Shall we celebrate it? Shall we
Celebrate how we had followed the animalistic structure
Of masculine and feminine, hunter and gatherer-man and wife-
And how it did nothing but collapse, a Germanic hilltop castle,
Brick-by-brick into the old sod? I believe I will. I laugh and breathe
In its irony, even in the harshness here, the harshness of this planet.
You were never the masculine to envy. You were never the hunter
To terrorize. You were never the man to emulate. I had always begged
And pleaded for the bare minimum of care. I had given you many a hints,
Alms of our forever light. Though I received nothing!
Nothing! O how the frost lacerates my being into millions
And millions of pieces with the pressure of choking mountains,
And all their ash, all their ash. Love, we are above the regular
Earth and her dirt. Remember, this is our new existence you had given us,
And if there is a god, I would tell Him to thrash you into reality
And have you become a holy-fearing man, giving me the right
To my own life and sparing your undocumented mistreatment
And twinkling sickness. Love, you had always granted me nothing.
Love, maybe on a planet feeding your curled magenta-colored
Mouth the absolute obvious, you would give me my proposal rings,
And I, like everything else should, can irrevocably be smiling again.
