Our
rivers, as deep as our thoughts, as plagued as our journeys; to blend with
oceans, pressured by experience, resisting such tender affections; while mercy
shadowed plight, that obvious quirk, at war with façades; where justice is
misconceived, and pain is but an offshoot—of something healed through
obedience. He knew it early, this agitation, this inner battle; as confronted
by life, this ageless warrior, as his countenance grew in energies: that crying
soul, inhaling violence, avoiding intrusions; to greet in public, that probing
mind, curious for private purposes. Trust is built upon needs—surging through a
certain distance, as caring as pure observation; but he knew for space, this
thing needed to live, as to avert that misconception; where love ensues, as
this mental error, while impairing a fragile dynamic. He counted wounds, the
eyes of persons, to consider a common thread: this inner piano, echoing
frequencies, where souls feel familiar: that inner smile, that hope for
kinship, that silent disappointment. He couldn’t shake experience—those
screaming lines, etched in his countenance; as he noticed others, hardened by
trials, reaching for viable closure; that living light, as prepared for dying,
that grace that comes with wisdom. He imagined a friend, this tender dynamic,
while probing this dark labyrinth; to provide kibitz, or profound insights,
where dialogue would enrich intelligence. He held an ideal, hindered by
misconception, while mislead by a previous process: this lazy nature; that one
lost in the herd; where routine takes leadership over differences. It becomes a
riddle—feeding on paradox, a static rhythm of approaches; as enhancing in its
nature, for one keen of mind, while another experiences pure frustration. He
knew her by countenance, to trust her by default, as maintaining a certain
level of consciousness; where he came as one person, slowly to morph into
another, where sadness presented itself as a master; this inner element,
wrenched through technique, where growth comes with irritations: that subtle
secret; as harnessed by none; that outer wall.
