It
kills to invest into cherries and peaches those terrifying grapes; too damn
sick or too damn abstract or tortured for something mother gave me; this
negative force but it became positive where it elucidated human relations; this
artist bleeding this woman at ends or this horrifying poetess; those prose
those blood cells this magic so granite I panic; searching for expression
afforded capitulating lessons so stressed so sutured at both doctors and pseudoscientists—this
interior metaphysic or this loud distraction while adored for partly uncouth;
or hated for countenance or so arrogant and blind to it while fretting this
mental magazine; our pure frustration afflicted by passion so alive in
something a rejected seed—as soil upchucks where personalities become evident
or some typical atypical demeaning response; oxy-prose or oxy-medicines
accursed enough to dance softly; losing what souls are feeling becoming
something akin to a grimace or battling like crazy to respect this mirror.
I
saw so glorious so affectionate where blue fire distresses loins; to invert
into silence or condition so sweetly while resistance is immediate discrediting;
those valued feelings as torturing others while we rarely speak to those
margins; this free-going state those uneasy emotions where a person’s honesty
is subject to jury and trail; irrespectively, and unrelatedly, those mirrors
rejecting projections and speaking critically; where a child loves his mirror
an adult is disdained by his mirror while an elder might regret his mirror; such
dirty madness or filthy practices where some are devoted to ignoring inconsistencies:
those diamond thoughts where such are under a diamond-tester wherefore most are
re-summonsed to take the stand.
There’s
a war going into orbit this warrior mirror this notwithstanding mirror—this cold
creature this person’s insides while looking I cringe and glance away; those
deeds unlike Augustine’s or those confessions unlike Rousseau’s at this fate
unfolded in Kierkegaard; this Luther cell or this King empire while so
inclusive it became impossible to resist; this mirrored psych this younger
mother or this furious full pledged father; such resemblances such feral
frustration where an inner voice speaks to sanity; this mirrored catastrophe or
this mirrored tragedy or this pretense exclaiming fame as tribulation or force
as bliss; this interior resonance this filming professor or this oldie repeating:
It’s a thin line between love and hate.
We
haven’t met as of this moment but we mingle in mental physics where darkness is
too bright to claim our names; or we mingle periodically under this lamp-sign
at symbols or characters exploding into dissatisfaction; nor was our introductory
gentle plus love was unexcited while caricatures plagued a simple question; to
scratch skin while delirious about skin if but to asses every person’s
skin-mirror; or to asses something a bit smarter something a little formidable
while confident where skillsets are blatant adapters; such adaptation in such aqua
green or blue blooded pantomime eyes; so desperate to displease us or something
confronted by something personal while at a certain point where traits are
permanent; this sheer deception for diligence with determination as to retype
our genetic personalities; so long at this battle so uncured by subtleties where
we might be at reflections against our mirrors; nonetheless those mirrors as
they single out our guts where true mirrors point to gray matter.
