Examination

While souls fly, at life to venture, sorting through vying magnets: our felt experience, native to woes, but found subjective; as tender that wound, to imagine that voice, raving for wailing from another’s mouth; to conjure memories, searching for island peace, as to recruit but a few; that inner glint, projected through caves, to forge this perfect utopia: this place of reason; as bounded to justice; these arts by virtue as academic.  We pamper feelings, at points, unreasoned, as stippled by emotions; as time refuses, this craving to win, for logic is abused dearly: by far that cry; where many flourish; as to enter a different pleat; those intellectuals, this life of chess, as a bit more lethal.  (Give way to simplicity, after halve a century, tussling with embedded habits; and perish for decades, at war those gremlins, this refusal to adjust internally. We see it as fatal—one reaching for marbles, while pitched up against a well: to take a gander—this horrible pit, as cleat to brick through reason).  We examine motives, acquiring introjects, while pitted before instincts; those forces of comfort, those domains of wildlife, as ours proves for intricacies; that terrible madness, as ninjas in training, where but a few unlock that inner shrine; where beauty lives, by way those arts, that wrestle to harness compassion.  But life is trespass, feuding for comforts, as nice as one that vicious other; as trailing through murals, our prides as mentors, at ears, this slighted dialogue; as reaching parallels, at once, offended, for unraveled souls appear as different: that gentle reply; that firm compassion; that pliable fortress; as evoking mirrors, at tears to reject it, while churned deep within: that nature calling; as pointing towards symbols; as one becomes introspective; whereas, that dying, through various traumas, to see self as a mechanism; this insidious style, as resisting change—that recurrent brick wall; as more sensations, this inner gridlock, while seeking by habits one’s demise.  We want for more, this mental rainbow, as nurtured by an enlightened lifestyle; to have for culture, those signs of love, as rooted in controlling appetites; to find adventures—our impassioned heartbeats, adrift this span of wings; to soar with caution, such cryptic knowledge, to exist at full capacity: this music of minds; this rounded soul; even by radiance our seeds; as reaching for balance, those ways of discipline, while inheriting those sought after luxuries; where life is hard, with room as cryptic, to invest in this spiritual state.  It must be lived, this genuine tear, free of chaotic emotions; whereto, that inner sunbeam, this altered existential, this passage of enchantments: that outer disposition, as designed for goodness, while reading those moments of ugliness; to recruit wisdom, as prepared those words, at defense for that inner richness; to carry heaviness, this field by trade, as something universal; as opposed to hatred, or misguided anger, as more this force fraught with intensities.  We grow with vigor, as to chisel an antique, as to adjust our tickers.