…we
pass through flux, abased at times, or raging over joys: our winter umbrella,
our summer shadow, our hours in spring: such vehemence, echoed by intonation,
our ghetto reminders: a bit disheveled, a bit with armor, or examined by
resilience: this elusive creature, those sudden webs, to realize its nature and
weep: at portal silence, asked of one’s thoughts, at this inner chase for
phones: our cellular minds, our mental dial-tones, those electrical wires—while
spinning through hurdles, arranged as one missing, at podiums preaching to Normality:
that tortured soul, responsible for friendships, while ever an edge inching
towards illusion: those clever devices, if but cleaving to sanity, while human
nature pushes boundaries: at intricate dilemmas, at clown terror, at mirrored
worship: to count those cries, to absorb those waters, while clumped in
bunches…moreover, with certain dread, this clock in souls, while ignoring such
heartache…our abandoned cries, treading contours, and realizing déjàvu: those
similar tides, those metals for leaping, those awards for landing: by another’s
contempt, those filthy alleys, our forefathers raking up damages: at fairer
animation, trespassing silence, alert, but ill-equipped: our non-existence, our
existent activity, as underrated and over-challenged peacekeepers: those inner logs,
those mental laws, our embers churning through salvation: this internal
project, requiring external projection, while life is seeping into Time….
…frustration,
this bare, indistinct animal—this film at noon: something esoteric, something
beyond deliberate, where inner activity pushes its energy: we feel it rising;
we become semi-experts; while tendencies may become combative: as some swing
through textures, others become deliberate, while many become analytical: to
bear this animal, to excite this animus, where shadows appear to their
reflection: our time musing, where perusals seemed necessary, while given life
through temperaments: otherwise, exhibiting sour signs, or passive aggression,
or this combination of distinct abnormalities: or maladaptive, or overly
emotional, while sentenced to epistemic barriers: this sensing through bars,
this trenchant of stubbornness, therewith, this torturous agony: by simple
words—we feel captured, at moments feeling misused—this terror by concerns,
this battle for clearance, this project’s voice: if but with song, our
inhospitable seconds, if but with strategies: as fairer our interests, seated
before something inimical, or wrestling with unclear animals: this space where
dreams run, as visions come forth, while days become longer extensions: our
rhythm correctness, only infuriating
culprits, to imagine this criterion for aiding others: this duly candidate,
this unruly reject, this battle cry…!
I
enjoyed our silence; I enjoyed our volume; I enjoyed our reviving lights: those
gates for opening, those doors for tottering, or those clouds as following:
this raining insistence, those inconsequential agreements, where consequences
befell, for honesty was withheld deliberately: at life with cups, while hiding
from persistence, while angry ultimately to conceal deceit: but little to that,
and more to existence, while charmed by presence: this fluffy magnet, this
curious fire, at something by its tiring nature: its dulcet voice, to radiate
loudness, or its need for participants: this deigning aboriginal, this native
existence, this reaching orbit—at days with variances, at nights pushing its
comforts, or one so angered by perceptibility: where some would change essence,
while denying changed essence, at points to claim special qualifications: our
ignored cultures, this movie in Time, where requirements differ from
person-to-person: whereas, life is changing, certain benefits remain static,
while we differentiate (against )based upon our reflexive perceptions.
