Desire
is a first responder
at
our wedding to the pointlessness
of
being in time.
Desire
may be looking into the receptacles
of
far memory
where
vibratory shadows predate
the
placidness of current opinion,
in
the minds of each of us
where
desire is not a stir
but
just a hum.
For
despite having ridden shotgun
with
efforting style
or
being companionable in a friendly style
or
sleeping around in an unconscious style,
desire
and mind have gone their separate ways
but
together.
Even
if you had gotten ahead in the world
with
relative ease as a style
or
featured loneliness as a get a head but isolated style,
desire always has the
capacity to go beyond style.
For
desire is no stranger
to
the diversified ambiences of life.
For
we,
with
all our preoccupations and fulfillment needs,
are
a book of questions
as
much as a bouquet of moods,
bound
by our forms to our alibi.
Desire,
like blood, will bring us along
beyond
answers we live with
and
moods we cast forward,
to
suggest and express beyond that,
our
deepest heartfelt,
soul
filling needs . . .
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