by the little daggers of my dear, t...

by the little daggers of my dear, the real legitimate tendernesses of
his spirit/body i swear.
to travel on before the courts and flowing lessons to animate the light
with furious weight.
i emergencyed to take the oath to proceed on in the previous torment on the other hand there was
nowhere to swear it
i am taking it before dead women in an appeasing silence, their
sorrowful calming negativity
that requires nothing if it were not that solitaire and the pretenses of an imprudent,
feathered cosmonaut.
i then swear it, i will proceed on; by all the psalms and psychic pulley
connecting me with you, for their no