There’s
a chasm for men. A field suggesting terror. A lake filled with saviors. / Our
dramatic passion. Susceptible to kindness. While life becomes temporal. / Those
splashing caves. Our souls made silence. Our sediments to hourglasses. /
Invested in paradox. Ramped our mansions. Attempting to charm our demons. /
Such inferno havocs. Such terrible forgiveness. Our invisible ailments. /
Committed to blankets. Baked by survival. Our abbreviated freedom. / Thought as
phantoms. Or crazed beasts. Beset by dire predicament. / Our odiferous values.
Our sewn quilts. At reasons unfavorable. / Inching closer to graves. Our gothic
darkness. By eclectic faith. / Reading our compass. Severed or alienated. Such
joy in something fragile. / Rushed to exist. Hushing our anguish. And partially
redeemed.
A sage
is at war. Those fences closing. Those gates omitting promise. / These woods speaking.
Our trees of wisdom. But behavior is partly predictable. / Such tamed
instincts. Our trained responses. Inclined towards suffering. / Or gifted with
tasks. This living by tasks. Our deeds are volumes. / Reviewed by society.
Watched for entrance. While anger probes our receptors. / Deep processes.
Delivered to Time. Closer to resistance. / As debated souls. Rebirthed in
vessels. While tools speak determinants. / Lessened for learning. Resented for
aura. Encapsulated by bias. / At tender dreams. Upon many trails. Fraught by
acceptance. / Or shimmering indifference. While missing this life. Becoming
cold to reception.
Our
valued cadence. Our rooms and heirlooms. Our childhood cedarchests. / Our brief
introduction. Our divine inquisition. Our praise with such brevity. / Our
estranged faces. Our indiscriminate descriptions. Our worlds determined by
strangers. / Hoping for fairness. Deciding to venture. Received by a kind soul.
/ At deep problems. At deeper concerns. While something distorted becomes
either way. / Our love for projects. Or delirious familiarity. While unfelt but
feeling. / Our rewards for caring. Our strengths while weak. Our scriptures
begetting. / This rich ocean. This incandescent rain. Our soil dug with mercy.
/ Achieving our told regard. Left with sensing behaviors. Attuned to silent
aggression. / Our damages so pure. Our purity incapable. Our reality shifting.
/ Such heart notes. Such kinder days. While lead by behaviors.
The
sensei is calm. Watching with care. Plus, filled by something missing. / Those
societal venoms. Our days remote to existence. Looking into something
dishonest. / This hurdle from self. Such mythic calamity. Where many awake with
a distant self. / Or pure in our honesties. Rebuilt in our compassion. Where it
hurts at times. / But strength is uncertain. While risk becomes life. At a
stranger received as friend. / This typical un-certitude. Our closed off
essence. While fever becomes ornament. / Tandem blue fire. Restructured message
flame. At something revving our systems. / To look into esoteria. To see traces
of subtlety. As becoming familiar with particles. / Or sitting so close.
Debating this brick road. While confused by currents.
Something
goes for shadows. While something remains subliminal. As, too, something
relates unconsciously. / This thing in humans. This unaddressed mechanism.
Close enough to see everything. / Some admire roses. Others sneeze loudly.
While others begin to prune. / Rereading our steady flow. Realizing our
preferences. Analyzing chaos. / Tucked into a decision. Or unchartered
cemeteries. While reasoning through debris. / Such overlooked oxygen. Such
brain food. While life is spirit-cameras.
