We carry mazes,
searching by binoculars, our phones answering quietly—our wires alert, our
minds sifting, at cares, concerns—so blurry: we become nonchalant, this space
for survivors, our feelings gated neatly: semi-sensitive, maneuvering iron,
captured by photographs: peering at nonsense, so counseled by behaviors,
relocated at sudden points: beauty is absent, where beauty is present, so I
deny you to protect self: our rejected worlds, our flowers wilting, our souls
carrying boulders: at black insistence, ruined by something indicative, while
forgetting this competitive race: chasing song, effaced and wronged, while
rebuilding this coping image: so salvaged, picking innocent peaches, stirring
repetitive behaviors: those liquid pomegranates, those discolored emotions,
while realized as a cool headed, unfeeling agent: our deep talismans, those
carried defenses, while reality needs those choices: this person for others,
this person for some, while harboring particular insecurities: so concerned
with nuance, where we must line up, else hell is sold as heaven: at sudden
moods, our bodies decoding our nerves, while Love has read and reread Naïve:
our cherry sodas, this small Danish, or so alarmed by misbehavior: this winking
sky, this blinking wall, so dearly impressed by camels: those nerve-endings,
this relaxed bobcat, while it felt silly to fantasize: our in-mind dynasties,
our in-heart palaces, such polish, such missing links: our pegs shimmering, our
cries misread, our bodies thrown to icy fires: our private dreams, our dry
flesh, so rewound and sold for dreams: those indoctrinations, our maneuvering
selves, while many are fitted without prior notation: (so relaxed but edged, so
concerned but indifferent, so at life feeling familiar: this city of tension,
those rare encounters, while many men have fallen for faces: such screams, such
realization, while lunacy is blamed upon art: to re-sense eyes, to discern
through a smile, while becoming something cold: this life alteration, our souls
suffocated, our brains yelling at thoughts: this vineyard of grapes, this
barefoot damsel, while believing in this possible intoxication: so unfamiliar,
so lit with fire, so gone, so with needs: our trapeze, those whispering gates,
so sealed, so new with inversion, our best challenging something murky: those
reflective thoughts, this reflexive self, at haste to display this considerate
person): or back to indifference, so restructured by repetitiveness, so at war
with blunt encounters: as power is harvested, or souls are vying, while
authenticity is both challenged and demeaned: (we operate accordingly, we play
chess according to rules, we dance according to movements: such religiosity,
this instruction through numbers, this intellectual map: those green leaves,
those defined horizons, or better, our letters bend accordingly: so passionate
in private, so ecstatic in private, or so practical in society: those immovable
blocks, this persistent water, while land is sodden and soggy): other sayings,
this hard-won resistance, while one must entertain resilience: those misprints,
this duplicate culture, our ties so tight, those heals, those veins, or more to
comportments: but structure for dreams, and life for determination, so
threatened by potentiality….
…so many mistakes,
this training field, so barricaded by interior operations: or liberated by
rules, or liberated through persons, while often unbeknownst to agents: we
engage nature, while observing so little, as moved by a slight realization: we
hear partially, we react before full pictures, while often apologizing: we numb
feelings, we numb inhibitions, we enjoy particular misthoughts: we shift at
seconds, we sing inclusiveness, while praying for exclusivity: those intrepid
doubts, those beginning frustrations, or this churned captivity: looking for
something majestic, while wresting about longevity, or ill-informed about
maintaining majesty: those cold mornings, this sober feeling, as tires spin:
settled in behaviors, our examination of others, while mirror-clarity seems
obscure: this set by thoughts, those images by self, this particular air—as
brains travel, while reality seems to clash, those interior precepts: such
concrete loses, while pushing this carcass, designed by behaviors: to wonder
deeply, concerning this person, while souls are re-suited: at something
impossible, dearly at skies, while sensing this lot in man: (those abstract
exercises, this abstract college, or realized in relativism: while negotiation
is plural, while intelligence negotiates, where ignorance suffers while
flourishing): our beings soaring,
speeding through experiences, plus, this tussle with melancholia: at something
sweeter, at interior dictates, while becoming mentors: at remorse and sin,
studied and found, so misprinted, searching for iron, finding joy in
abstracts….
