Internal Examination

…we knit justice, abandoned to feelings, lost at an impasse: our brains laughing, our souls giggling, to sense a mirror and flinch: those deep scars, this sky-field, at reminders concerning status: as nameless creatures, as sightless witnesses, or so alive indebted to media jingles: our lives as humans, this internal struggle, at serious gridlocks: our sounds blaring, our silence glaring, our days filled by internal activity: a thump here, business there, romance by chance those deep excitements: to sing gently, to fly intentions, at something truly incredible: our minds at magic, our musicals dancing, those syllables hanging from chandeliers: at pits with love, at heaven with love, at something incredible: our motivation, our motives, our millennia—as jumping ropes, or leaping hurdles, at archery and ballet: our soothing crochet, our mental park bench, or reluctance moving slowly such atmosphere—at sites and passion, at souls uncovered, our beliefs discovered: that something rising, akin to irritation, where moods shift ambiance: our Bentley instincts, our Lamborghini engines, at something steeply spiritual: at notion and rites, our hand-washing rituals, our cups soaking softly….

…such tugging, such pitted tugging, at thoughts unlocking cages: our frightened realities, to know this machine, while tugging at instincts: our balanced selves, haunting our monstrous selves, or quite cultivated and unraveled: those years to diligence, those months to subjection, at roots slicing oranges: our pomegranates, our nectarines, our metaphors: to fill in blanks, to struggle with correlation, to come to certainty feeling something’s missing: our mischief with lights, our harness with galloping, born, shoveled, and planting tents: those soothing lakes, those toads wiggling, or sudden upon feeding birds: such musicality, such internal calmness, to wonder something beautiful acting ugly: our guts, our souls, our spirits: this deeper pleat, this relaxed knowing, or so uncertain it’s difficult to ask for guidance: at kites and cedar, at palmer and woods, or listening to myriad activity: those distant trains, our rustling leaves, our temperamental skies: as hearts sensing, at memories indecisive, or at something so clear it deserves our attention: while aches vanish, while tears ebb, we distant this terrifying chasm: if but for song, our remote controls, where certain buttons demand exercising….

…we close opened, we sense electricity, we admire cessation: this casual address, this inner reality, our minds debating our responses: this daily return, this broken cage, to realize mature, educated, street wise souls: at balance and life, our souls greeting babies, our tolerance for infants: at strict demands, a particular ghost, to need adults to act with diligence: our careful analyses, our inner empires, our guts removed and feeling hallowed: or hollow reminders, at church with deliberateness, or revving something we must enjoy: our actions reaping, our behavior disciplined, at times seeming starchy: but this is life, this carnival with ghosts, those faces analyzing instincts: our years at trainings, our business promotions, or running for churned staring at something different: those expectations, those sensing eyes, at perils a world seeming indifferent: to disappear, to become a recluse, where onlookers point to something missing: but life to winds, and excitement to souls, while filed away like documents….