I
ponder inhibitions, this instructional fire, this quasi-medicine—at courage to
survive, this sketchy retrieval, this ancient gila-monster: our butterfly
angst, this sky palace, this web of dreams: that soothing voice, which betters
undercurrents, as we realize core desires: this need to feel good, this want to
persevere, and our treks through gardens: that violet friend, those violet
waves, or maybe a tear for Glory: taming piranhas; leering at skeletons; or
feeding pigeons: those distant clouds, those distant feelings, this mental
galaxy. I ponder inhibitions, those raw
foundations, our medicinal sanctuaries: our centered jararacas, this pensive
tarantula, or this striking carnival: to find with daybreak, those musical
instruments, or this raving pentacle: our seconds as intrusions, our moons as
reminders, wherewith, this trenchant anxiety: hereto, we have ignored certain
facts, where opposites create this state of affairs: to know joy, at one point
in life, gives this reality that something has vanished: or life watching, to
witness those lost horizons, where many are chasing parades: our inner
technicians, this tinkering with candles, or this steep allegory suggesting
this reality to suffer: those black caimans, this partial realization, or cake
for breakfast. We live reservoirs…We
address attitudes…We mimic ambivalence: or life becomes parachutes, or
parasailing, or paragliding—where ants are abated, or Fogger is administered,
while eligible candidates retrieve this flare called, Life: our midweek
cinemas, our late night operas, these realities that intensify our human condition: our cool cliffs, our
breezy leaves, our fascinating hobbies: this land of Promise, this tension to
receive, while little Jenny spells her essence to an award: this coarse intro,
or those Tragic Classics, to discover this picture at intakes: those deep mosquito(s),
this mental larvae, or this philosophic algae: where sullenness becomes
academic, while reality becomes comforting, or more to truths, a bit
agitating. I ponder restrictions, this
semblance of security, nonetheless, this essence tugging at clarity: such
epistemic malaria, or this super seahorse, or this epicurean snail: our days at
laughter, to realize those seconds, to shorten with time: or that relaxed soul,
this satirical avenue, while awaiting our laughter: indeed, a bit lowly,
petting our gorillas, finding this rich decency: to believe as children,
agonizing over reality, or swimming at a nearby pool. I seek something enjoyable, aside for this
pressing self, or more, this acme personality that increases our purpose: this
serious joy, this agitated joy, this winning that divides time: that inner
person, our similar tugs, our sand beneath our treasures: as young souls, or
sophisticated portraits, while longing to become artists: our perfect errors, our
perfect waffles, our social libraries: those paper thin irritants; our ladybug
confidence; our approachable pragmatism: as challenged minds, living this
challenging existence, while harvesting our day-thunder: feeling dehydrated,
while nibbling a marshmallow, at years where numbers become faculties: our
sentient souls, those dear distractions, this life through infant births: as
sifakas mingle, at such simplicity, while experiencing this universal
heaviness: that gray blanket, those gray eyes, or our nights with nature. I ponder contracts, those spoken agreements,
where we depend upon concrete fences: this social jousting, this jetting soul,
this jimpy integrity—while something nudges, (they call it—Yearning for God), where fullness feels like
emptiness: or this realization, this need for this epitome, this realization
that comfort isn’t easily conquered: while moments seem satiated, judgments run
ramped, and our mornings are filled by reluctant pursuits: that cup of coffee,
or this lost nature, as one able to immerse self in activities: this challenging
affair, this intuitive person, or this deep Madagascar: that living-room
portrait, that traffic desert, this wilderness of capturing faces: our
inhibitions, becoming our rich securities, while two swear by promises: to
fulfill coppices, while building futures, as souls dedicated to ambitions.
