Her comments on the universal are naive and Reconciliation is leaping toward me like a violent violet hue The tainted hue of media lucky ruthless bluette / it's supposed to be the 20s , dread is prohibited , my soldier, the legend overindulges in rare souls and there's never one woman ever it's incredible / video goals / and she's no hoe when she's in hell denouncing sex without love elbows to the cellophane in the enigma melody, Miles , 58-63 / the noble , years the wife fell to the floor and found a well there - years liberated - elegant But the idea of universality doesn't trouble you at all? That we've all been drinking from that one careless stream of each other and tripping down the hearts of lenient gods who pretend to be severe and so singular like I'm your dearest lore or like the father our father had finally reconciled one calling with the other just in time to ball them all
How a genius exploits silence for trembling in that late night diner coke down the wrong pipe / gonner / gonna come back to light the numb in us with terror we trust well as tenderness
I begged him to stay away from jazz and women like that who make of it
baffled excuses for the duty free future and truisms like
I don't want to see another black man die
fly down the isle in poker white
