We paint
silence, we decide upon motion, every activity is thought: faced with
differences, evolved as creatures, living by favored behavior: so restricted in
time, such casual defeat, purposed to outwit mirrors: our fables with teas, our
souls as locksmiths, those keys up for auction: our warn souls, thrown into
existence, weary about those ocean skies: as instruments, attempting at love,
and panting a bit violently. I sense
shackles, such derision, our wealth determining our freedoms: such intimate
philosophy, such haunting metaphysics, such suspicion cornered by smiles: our
needs for touch, our arms pushing fences, our souls tugging gates: such
whispering rain, such wheezing insistence, or so fretted concerning
possibilities: at dark hopes, or glimmering appraisals, so quick at dismissals:
to live silence, while tired by silence, while reality becomes a loud creature:
as but to arise, as but self-regulation, so indebted to ambition.
I
rejoin self, after a long trip, gazing at clouds: this evident tension, this
vital sunrise, those subterranean forces: at life with kisses, flung into
hemispheres, arranged in circles: such expedient cries, our moon melting, our
sun retracting heat: our days mope, our nights speculate, our evening tea is
quite exhilarating: if but away this life, if but excavated from fiction, if
but strong enough to see—this web of confusion, this gate of illusions, while
wrestling with thoughts: such interior rehearsal, repeating delusion, if but to
sell a grander deception: to live with this, to find joy in this, to act
surprised while threads are unknitting…I ponder joy, this created endeavor,
founded upon interior clearness: such mutual awareness, such actual survival,
plus, two seeds: our weekend movies, our buttery popcorn, our sweetened soda
pops: such awe at actors, such relieved sequences, at something promising
excitement: such suspense, at moments gasping, at seconds disappointed: as
suspending judgment, wrestling with anticipation, floored by cinema surprises:
this simple movie, this great joy, glimpsing from moment to seconds.
…we
must exhale, as releasing webs, centered in something evocative: those subtle
scents, our chilly homes, our recounts concerning vicissitudes: our baked
muffins, our laughing hearts, at something quite gentle: while making moments,
surprised by reception, to sudden upon watery eyes: this kiln for survival,
this wheel for riches, or this ship for sailing: our midday trips, our
courageous passion, as filled with something tangible: this force in minds,
this experiential sequence, our memories becoming interior science: this
formula for happiness, those soft, gentle gestures, at deep thoughts concerning
affection: those repeating eyes, those repeating sentiments, our comforts
forming huts: depending upon rudiments, finding joy in repetition, or longing
for household aromas: indeed, with gravity, or eloping daily, as built in
something soul-fed….
We
scribble existence, launching our rockets, enduring tummy aches: such pure
acceptance, to see rejoicing in self, to land so softly: our outer parachutes,
our quasi-saviors, our evenings flushed by redemptive properties: so fretted at
times, roaming our endurance, or such restless sleep: our dreams about family,
our interpretive arts, at psychical domains: to chuckle from guts, to rush
through showers, or studying with sheer enjoyment: our tired bodies, our
rethought minds, our jubilant hearts: at shifts in time, probed by reality, a
bit thankful for clarity.
…such
deep glitter, such deep affection, spinning through deep endeavors: our furnace
fires, our marshmallows, our chocolate: our carefree seriousness, our watchful
cadence, our trenchant vulnerability: to have fought for life, this appeal in
life, seated with thankfulness….
