Swan Trefoil

It gets troublesome, while told about adolescence, or rereading something in childhood: this mental map, this mayhem center, this cautious and creative mysticism: at sutras those days, at scripture in private, made privy to chaos: re-threading sentiments, gaming pretend, slowly assimilating: torque and passion, aligned in treacheries, a bit surprised by normalities: as odds speak about deaths, whereas, determination speaks about life: to imagine stature, or minor melees, as one is prone to stargaze: but life is sentimental, an artsy environment, while emotion is pivotal: we call it pathos, we sense it by auras, while often disguised by anger: an aggressive position, an aggravated countenance, as assuredly feeling life: our royal mentalities, buffering cobwebs, or buffing a rusty mirror: flitting or wafting pain, becoming while speaking intensely, or low beside a bed: misery grogged, pleasures levitated, molehills becoming atomic bombs: sinning smiles, brushed existence, medium to low accountability: but yours is life, thorough determination, and participatory attendance: a human shophar, a daughter of Zion, or anything committed to heart: this rustling vehicle, this glint at winds, while something travels: a mask to most, an interior to most, an inert piano for some: become your numen, or more, your Pneuma, at existence with mind, gut, and adoration: prepare those estates, dine with wisdom, reread your intentions: therefrom, dance with grace, an opus intellect, while cautious never to harm self: such grand language, as many are concerned, where we preach this need for growing slowly: but life is intense, plus, many eight year old’s are learning Latin: some are studying literature, where others are learning mathematics, while many more are reading at a college level: indeed, a bit intimidating, where one needs youth, moreover, those experiences, thereof: nevertheless, cradle knowledge, have a life, and study at intervals.

…cosmic tension, relatable fantasts, but a world at smaze and soot: fens and wings, balloons and metaphors, indifference preceded by pain: a posy for anxieties, a crystal for angst, while some are attached to certain rituals: in a detached world, in a troublesome world, where many are capturing wills: a harsh concept, an ugly precept, while power comes to overthrow: we see it in history, this overt madness, where something was overthrown: houses skate away, dialogue is limited, plus, we feel a bit uneasy: in a wrestled world, judged before you arrive, and classified before you speak: it seems dreary, but assessments change, while listening, one alters their perception: it shifts back and forth, it dances upon sulfur, it becomes quite irritating: we do this, concerned about strangers, where most meet their acquaintances during schooling: so many vizards, so many disguises, if lucky, we meet people comfortable in their skin: those tried friendships, those determined creatures, at moments, sharing this pendulum: thrust through images, or spotless fires, refined and dedicated to virtues: sung by reputation, given a space to sing, at pleasures, character perfections, and deep, even penetrating wisdom….     Education becomes love, but love has compartments, while confessed in a mother’s touch: to sentence a punishment, to let up early, or to look with dearest compassion: to listen late nights, to revisit an old wound, at times, to apologize for jumping to presumptions: those vests she wears, those helmets she employs, at an achy breastplate: for a swan is a lamb, in need of preparation, where a world is steady lurking: this sense in souls, meditated in experience, seeking to give more than received: so confusing, a good person, but a bad predicament….