…unvetted
coolers, an Israelian face, our Jerusalem daughter: indeed, I smile, for our
swan debates, an affinity for Buddhism: an Egyptian soul, a quadroon sword,
self-analyzed, determined density: buffering meanings, a sight in gazes, or
envisioning webs: a person by substance, at rumored America, while quite
underdeveloped: not but a fledgling, for Love can fly, but maybe a bit
indecisive concerning dreams: a favorite blanket, a favorite chair, while such
things appear personal: a salad for lunch, a 4p.m. cookie, or a taco filled
with cheese: a favorite sweater, a little snug, or stepdad’s cozy jacket: so filled
with thoughts, so filled with scales, while flipping this coin: at life with
distance, advising participation, even a hermit at times: so many ropes, so
many diamonds, such a purer atmosphere: our closets whisper, our ceilings
speak, our beds coddle depression: this life we lead, while confused by
grayness, or realizing: We must live in grayness: “But it’s black white, our
movie has ended,” and now a second sequel: so many axes, such historical trees,
while America is planting frantically: sawn or sewn, restitched or unthreaded,
a galaxy or a piece of wood?: something floats, it feels disdain, it remembers
better days: this is existence, a complicated conglomerate, or a raging,
instructive arrow: to relive at points, to turn a blind eye at points, or to
speak as one committed to normality: this tricky element, this deep consensus,
primarily discovered by an upper echelon: at many padlocks, often struggling
for entrance, while classism becomes a trenchant reality: countries ostracized,
or poverty foundations, while we count our successes: those coloring books,
those margins, this is existence: we observe our lines, we color carefully, and
we carry an eraser: a knife to cheese, a sleigh to sands, or seated in thought
plucking grass: those butterflies, those ladybugs, those watching roof tiles:
so special at life, so treasured at ponies, or petting a calming horse: at this
pain of dice, or this plate of pasta, while silent and grateful….
I
contend universality—while realizing beauty, while, too, realizing unconditional
warmth: this family of travelers, hiking existential terrain, rooted in
experiential beliefs: our covers are snuggly, our contentions are few, plus, we
desire a particular atmosphere: such stimulus and reality, such particular
logic, while fiber has a certain taste: our filled loose-leaflets, our diary
histories, our unconditioned faith: our household doctrine, our anti-invasion,
our reduced episodes: herewith, a certain temperament, a certain delicacy, even
an anti-controversial standpoint: while father is iconoclastic, plus, a silent,
deliberate observer: plus, it’s quite possible, he’s a bit outspoken: but we
sense something, this reality in you, and a few are concerned: our behavior is
instructive, it speaks to our dealings, while we ache and hope and scream: such
midnight-noon, such an intricate dialogue, where if it bothers you, you should
ostracize it: this is fair enough—but what if it’s an inner circle, and what if
one becomes insufferable?: our tactics then change, our thoughts are plural,
while suggesting—“I have given you everything”: (I, too, have an ideal, even a
suggestion: that is, purchase a book, one on family dynamics, found in the Self
Help section: read about normality, ask for assistance, and share it with your
family: indeed, therapeutic hogwash, or preparation for winds, in an unfeeling
and hostile America): but this is study time, in an unusual predicament, where
parties are apt to dislike peace: we take initiative, at least to understand,
while then, and only then, can we make an informed decision.
We
create stigmas, we’re often anti-assistance, plus, we need to be seen in a
certain light: it comes for us, this lifespan, this existence filled with
cords: our unfolding positions, our dynamite positions, they often harm us: but
a book, something self-purchased, while read in silence, can offer insight: for
normality slips us, while we wink at society, indeed, we gaze at normality: but
worry is airborne, in a dire sense, while one may suggest: “He has no right to
worry”: but this is pain, it’s quite shaky, for at points, it becomes
irrational: but something is happening, something critical, pain has eliminated
foresight: a primary concern, is not if we see each other, but rather, your
psychological development: at least healthiness, a rounded, well-suited,
emotional balance: where decisions, though painful, are discovered through
healthy analyses: an in-depth functionality, as opposed to repeating anguish,
in a world prided upon rationality: a distant world, even a hiding world, where
we rely on reasoning to escape torments: so charged with life, a bit
responsible as participants, but indeed, one should have necessary tools!
