Archery

I sense something, a casual interruption, but it eludes cooperation: to know with sensories, or to leap with Kierkegaard, while perusing G.E. Moor: to become poetic, at incandescence, revealed in statuesque passion: this intestinal funeral, this lose and ringing knell, participating in something cosmic: those iron feelings, this exotic rose, where some are laudable: a mystic scream, or a revving intellect, while cursed to say, I love you: a psych’s conundrum, a riddle for a sphinx, or clarity in god-speed: musing upon Scarlet, or re-listening to Rihanna, or wandering through images: something characteristic, at something addictive, while too infused to study, otherwise: paying karma-tithes, revised but indebted, while certain people seem unclear: this struggling process, or emphatic impasses, while needing to adore—those perceived sparkles, those chasing impressions, while some people seem too clear: those colors, Grandpa, those familiar countries, Grandma, our genetic ghettoes—our richer inheritance, our weeping courage, our days reading and rereading souls: but life is patterns, sensing, re-sensing, and imploding fitful shadows: trying to cooperate, trying towards goodness, or trying to wake up, groom, and maintain a productive passion: this realm of ghosts, at candent fatigue, reviewing our investments: living while pulled, playing tug-of-war, while sensories reestablish existence.

…so cold those lights, such sinister thoughts, looking partly obsessed: at orange Gatorade, at treasured mentalities, so awkward, so dissimilar, carrying inconsistencies: those anchored tiles, those marble paintings, at something quite destructive: reviewed by many, approved by some, deep in something depressing: at potentiality, or misconceived, where most are acclimated: those wrangling chasms, our wrangling appropriations, while many are attracted to darkness: so cautious, at sheer deficit, an absence of purity: walking by conceptions, mislead by insecurities, where one frets over something imagined: but hunger aches, and genetics whisper, while hard pressed to suggest genetic intelligence: this war in ghettoes, this fevered discussion, where depravity pangs distinguish concentration: those essentials missing, our parents to adventures, while grandparents are reliving those wonder years: at something caged, those roaring instincts, while elders speak a particular hope….

I saw beauty, curly mane, an oval face, and delicate but attitudinal features: I was captured, where reality has nothing to say, and glory seems possessed: I weaned slowly, I became character, I fawned and played and dazzled: something to pain, such radiant clinchers, while souls are clutched and tolerant: at cascading prose, so nervous to speak, such a novice: but time was gentle, thoughts miscalculated, where innocence labels godhood: enriched by mistakes, so tender, so misapprehended, while auras spoke about energies: our soul language, our sublime communication, where little becomes sentimental: so scarce with wisdom, so inclined to believe, while here-ness has become quite jaded: our days at courtship, our nights by messages, at torture to exist melodies: such furtive habits, such similarities, while one has captured traits: our drawn currents, our registered eyes, where we miss the bigger picture: but symmetry spoke, plus, provocation, therewith, such a frame: to die again, to unravel ecstasy, while grappling with destiny.

…overly stimulated, so familiar with humans, so enchanted, so dismayed: clad in decisions, as they alter futures, so alive at improper seconds: sensing harm’s arrow, rebuking certain facts, where one believes in evidence: such tired repetition, such familiar avenues, while a man races after imageries: an indwelling flame, so fortunate to meet, while life carries a mundane scar: allayed by activity, while souls are exhausted, where we must return to mirrors: such formless residue, even existential droplets, while fretting a misconception: such wrestled interior, afflicted by existence, while fearing this aging process….

Archery requires patience, such a zenic symbol, where life becomes events: experience instructs, familiar patterns warn, while something new is under scrutiny: we coax our minds, we register our hearts, while metaphysical curriculum becomes suspect: such easy terrain, nay, such devastating terrain, thitherto, a most arduous investigation: furnished by kindness, alert but needing, where something grips potentiality: those reaching behaviors, those newborn feelings, herewith, our orison answer.