Analysis of Imaginary Island

I might lose pieces of myself, or find someone, so dear inside—it always hurts. the behavior of ostracism, the alienation of the soul, a man startled by his sin. one made intense, or sudden into remorse, for I misunderstood my participation … where one is the victim, fretting the lies, believed to be the agitator. meeting those palms, so gravid the curse, never explained, why we perish. the church of the soul, running to the altar, uncaged by confessional worship. so much pretend involved, until meeting one, so absorbed by it—she carries a glow. the phenomenon is alluring, capturing, most want the holy halo.

off around the corner, is a most precocious maiden, so persuasive, so mean. I want her like needing sustenance, the probability is low, the occasion is ripe for failing.

such behavioral insights, the psychology of infatuation, like I never seen her behaviors.

some terrible conclusion—freefalling faster—some savage melancholy later; at tears for damages, hating a smaller version of self, never to fault, for we never loved.

some complete phantasm, some otherworld, to have dined or sinned, into salvation and winds—like kids made older, adoring the one I never wooed.

just a picture inside, a magazine article, a paragraph, as more would fantasize: bolder, terrific soul; so made for more than my vision; as promised to life, art, and rain.