…we
engender peace, at rough junctures,
filming ourselves: something radical, something original, or something replayed
throughout history: a gentle gesture, a sunny valley, a velvet blue gown: while
painting deserts, such rhythmic brushes, such ink, paint, and glitter: our
faraway horizon, stressed by several eyes, while passion percolates: our whistling souls, our inner body feelings,
our strawberries with sugar: those wavy pangs, our plush existentialism, our
property passed to patience: such sagic curiosities, such melic parameters, or
politics giving reasons to scream: indeed, fretting inhumanity, our souls
craving justice, where we request credibility: our logic eyes, our need for something passionate, our courage to
reinvest: such bashful kisses, or hoped for dreams, at something urging
participation: (such yearly investment, to arise as pairs, or settle so late in
life): our attraction to Big Sister, our faith in Big Brother, while eager to
become members: those legends we hear, those commentaries we write, while deep
thoughts are worried about existence: or placed in dungeons, alive for seconds,
concerned about proper descriptions: our hope in Illuminati, our improper depiction, but thrown over by ideals: to
imagine such control, or to garner for entrance, our years to chasing our
identities: (so naïve, Love; so powerfully underrated; while subject to certain
language: our dearest solution, to vet existence, to refrain and feed our
intuition—as dreamy creatures, needing newness, while volcanoes seem to erupt):
this picture in mirrors, those serene ideals, at something so keen and idyllic:
those songs we whistle, this person with fondness, this sacred essence becoming
wistful extraction: at cures for naivety, proven insistence, where something
takes time: such evolution, or daredevil fires, our responsibilities a bit
overwhelming: as needing release, from this bestial burden, while required to
behave safely: such demanding adulthood, this space children yearn for, while
oblivious to adult constitutions….
…it
appears irregular, this incumbent qualification, while entangled in rules by
success: as seeing horizons, approaching rudiments, our Monopoly Board
established with rules: we cherish our inheritance, we act accordingly, at
times, we slip through feelings: our regrouped brains, our seasons with
infraction, or something tugging our constitution: while feeling vague,
repeating attributes, but needing something beefy: to gnaw and chew, to examine
under kaleidoscopes, such as something with properties: our abstract
inheritance, our days to re-knitting meanings,
while uncomfortable with lacking science: our dearest retreat, this palace of
facts, while elements explained fail there resolution: such deep approaches, or
self-resolved, where realism seems to engulf us: those cherries with lies, as
not intentional, but a moment, a feeling, as speaking feelings into existence:
our creativity, tugging at our actualities, where worlds are formulating: our
dire responsibility, if but to live is sequence, by something yearning for
cadence: this cross with reality, this choice for either/or, while one
overrides its component: our pulling souls, as webbed in insistence, plus, this
requirement to appear as normal: our secret studies, our private thoughts, our
curious fathers: to sail gently, denying this verse, while chewing something
giving us purpose: those bright lights, those semi-epiphanies, at root, scar,
and years of training….
…something our hearts
see, something our brains sense, something giving us quite a complex: those
dear Traditions, vs. our Religions, and tugged by something in-constitutional:
our deep predicament, sensing our inheritance, our bodies becoming our
evidence: this land of insecurities, this wealth of securities, to realize a
particular imbalance: (our
souls seeking solace, our minds meddling monopolies, our hearts at heavy
hearths: to session with self, our internet communion, or revving this interior
vehicle: at guts and subjectivism, finding this space, for something quite
intimate)….
