…it
becomes a vaccine, or terrific lies, while sustaining personalities: such
intra-monopoly, such gravesite endeavor, or plain dislike from parents: this
broken vessel, reality at its forefront, where one is apt to point towards
dysfunction: a wretched man first, a human being second, plus, strong intrusive
observations: to ask for clarity, this game of abstracts, where concrete has
hidden its texture: such deviant behavior, those years to iron, or this
theological miracle: our insecurities, when dealing with survivors, those
reflexive mirrors: but more to passion, therewith, to anger, to adore something
we loathe: that fair dynasty, those remarkable wits, where one is apt to say
something grand: those shallow incisions, to become meditation, where energy is
generated: this slow address, tiptoeing something complicated, while looking
for interested: this dejected dynamic, where reality is foreign, while we
possess our instruments: that liquid drum, or granny’s coffee, to descend from
a rabid line of intellectuals: (as met a soul, to attract a soul, to feel
disgust for said soul): or casual distaste, while alert to physical majesty,
while to enter feeling sheer contempt…in tales told, we die a smidgen, or we
exude a level of levity: our self-feelings, ever at our front-door, to speak
while assuming another person’s thoughts: to then respond to said inquiry, where
that person is oblivious, where it becomes difficult to refrain: our ensuing
discomfort, our disconcerted concerts, our images projected upon other souls:
(it’s difficult to escape, we shed our self-conscious nature, or we ignore
everything that cannot be vetted: this hard course, this class with D students,
those teachers trying to reach a losing dynasty: our inner segregation, our
toilets meant for Colored, our thoughts influenced by worthy conversationalists:
our discharged eye-contact, our films internally, or such sweet, deceptive
symbols): if but to exist, or but to perish, while assuming another person’s
perception: to need devotion, to lack in temperaments, while cursed with seeing
others through insecurities….
…as,
wherefrom, or, whereto, this line of speculation: as authoritarians, or manic
control elements, while rebuking others our images their projections: to keep
it silent, while Love knew, to ask a sudden, abrupt question: this gift for
truth-finding, this methodical deception, while proving a particular
inconsistency: at a thousand watts, or a billion neurons, to flood his
sensitivities: this problematic nuance, this different machinery, if but this
latent occultist: where memories speak loudly, to have crossed this train
track, where unsaid culprits abused unsaid power: but Love is sweet, or plain
crazy, indeed, a chuckle….
…if
but something gentle, than something loved, or something taken for granted: our
forward thoughts, our backward glances, or our needs for certain
qualifications: as academicians, our years in college, to become re-vetted by a
perfect stranger: this plaque upon countenances, this distant, aloof, childlike
savant, or better, this religious, naïve, emphatic persuader: at mystic highs,
so gone we look for substances, to imagine that one is looped: this terrible
assumption, this manic vessel, as put to life, this manic vessel: a subtle
secret, a seductive art, at piano playing with passion: (our seconds with
discomfort, our moments with reflection, plus, our quick responses): to live
with insight, to harass intuition, where something yogic creeps into focus:
those powerful minds, accustomed to submission, where analyses becomes
abrasive: our days to feeding, where a canine becomes tight-jawed, immediately,
it becomes offensive: otherwise, we chime, we dance, we feel something
human…this light passion, this exhilarating feat, as witnessed our skills
evolving into evidence....
