Pure Intentions

Do you know what I intend? You coulndn't possibly know. You couldn't understand or fathom. You could not. Could you? No, you couldn't. You can't understand acceptance, as you only can see the world through an eye of a needle.
I have lied. I am not an envelope pusher. The only envelope I ever pushed was my own, trampling other persons' envelopes in the process. I thought the only important envelope to push was my own. It was indulgent and sad. I am indulgent and sad.
And you, O glimmer, do you know what I intend? I intend to have elysian peace.
I intend to burn in the heart of a nomadic star.
I conspiratorize to rise above that glimmer and burst with a potency, above the cellular waves, above airplanes, above the stratosphere. And the angels with turn their heads to see what the sound was.
I do not care to live where people don't learn or search or probe or have a hunger, a curiousity about them.
Unfortunaely the hunger eats oneself if it is not being fed. I can't think like that. The unrest.....
O glimmer, please let my honesty reside with you. I beg you not to teach me to lie. Not being shackled by humanity is a wonderful loneliness.
Do you know what I intend? To mend this broken smile. To breath at last.
I may be honest, but you are not intuitive enough to ask the right questions......which is why I will always elude you, my dearest glimmer.
I am not a poet, nor a writer, just an indulgent.
Do you know what I intend? Tell me. If you can tell me, I will be forever indebted. You can put an awl through my ear for seven years.
Do you know what I intend?