Immortal Phantom II

brains are swooshing, livers and hearts are intact, ladybugs are wafting upon winds.

dying with vengeance and freedom, living in cadence, presuming love made unclear.

that welkin phantom, the phantom opera, or phantom ballet.

alarms are ringing, souls do care, some are wondering. I assure those that care, I am chasing the phantom.

original, the sophisticated phantom—well-groomed, adversary-friend, no one gets close without suffering.

mother knew the phantom. any direction, just select one. to witness wretched insecurities.

at once, the phantom appears, to ignite an ethic torch. I became warnings, as flushed with attraction, to sense something cringing. the immortal genetic, the neuronic mazes, the push as rebuilt through the phantom … to destroy, to sway, to deliver.

the cavalier ghosts, phantoms, genetics, soaring, giggling, sworn to rebel, to run, to ride horseback, to return, to conquer—some dream, fiction, most haven’t a clue to how we exist.

pictures inside are whining, they produce memories, Love is aching to commander the photo album.

I do not claim special knowledge, though I believe in special knowledge, with the entire focus remaining on the phantom.

philosophers have gone mad, generating ideas, no one said a thing. but try it, and watch what happens, it is the alpha of all wars.

shorn heart, tavern heart, to borrow a term from the Sufi; to escape is mythical, it is not the goal, the objective is to learn to dance.

the interior catalogue, the phantom catalogue, the soul worshiping according to gender preference. some type of purgatory, some type of mind-state: we’ve studied so hard—the spirit has developed a cramp.