It becomes
hectic science this worth in souls so determined to ruin our values; it takes
depth of self, rights and obligations, or deep thought unto vertigo; as
shivering ribs, too inhibited to win, too deceased to gasp for breath; our loud
indecision as pondering avenues with lightning in our midst; at mind bubbles,
if but for this day, as asking so much of another person; to cherish insanity
or to ignore indiscretion while suffused with unyielding devotion; our
pattering hearts our functionalities if but our self-regulated lies; so held in
question but a prophet to mind at mannikins looking similar; visceral emotion,
reclassified frustration, so rebooted, as so often, while hardware is difficult
to replace; my delivered madness, unto a cherished Swan, while many correlate between
now and then; our deeper assumptions at bounds and exospheres where groundless laws
target our uncertain America; defended inside, hailstorm and rain, our posts
mutilated—as casual losers, winning bandages, so cryptic, so warned and so
abandoned; such rich pardons, at Love with too much, while Love just needs
harmony; this docile approach, related to science, if but a non-resistant
chalkboard; but soon my Arc, this self-governed machine, plus, so much pleading
its explanation; our religiosities, our struggle for meaning, where mere
participation isn’t comforting; to need gut-wrenching, toothache screaming,
head-rushing evidence; so much a battle in this web of ethics insofar as riding
this American deception.
Intrinsic
remorse, inherent cries, our strengths becoming our tortures; to absorb
capacity, to anguish beneath a sullen smile, or to love so freely it becomes
shameful; our titles as our reminders, our lives ignoring something obvious,
our leather speaking cultic influence; to die forever, our tall tales, where
existence has proven that that might come; our sins unsettled, our tribunal a
grand event, where each has taken a seat; our delusion, our self-ownership, our
clocks taken to tongues; this loan recaptured, this body given back, our spirit
returns to its location; our academic audience, those terrible gadflies, plus
this relation to our souls; as hectic creatures, accounted for and absent,
enabled to redeem but one habit; our souls pleading mercy, our minds torn
asunder, while experiencing cognitive dissonance. We must adjust, for battles
are crying, while it seems so important at this second; category and delight,
dinner and cadence, or charity and demolition; our souls loving mommy, our
minds creating perfection, but mommy hates something I love; our spirits at lab-work,
our days with caricatures, and those moments redrawing cartoons; to exist as
something irregular if but this existence at dice and warfare destroying what’s
needed this path; so secure in loving life or so froward it denies life but one
agony, one blessing, this cure for old rituals.
Our behaviors
form memories our minds though unconscious form building blocks; a norm becomes
a test where reality is chastised especially when contradiction ensues; a
person becomes either broken or whole notwithstanding this reservoir of
existential rain; seemingly harmless metaphors, but a critical guide, where
fire erupts and flames a mansion; our courage to fly our deeds building into
our accounts while many of us have a difficult breath to bleed; subconscious
dictums those rights held to soul insomuch as requiring little validity—for it
must be true in this world by uncertainty so disposed to look at human
animation; our running eagles, our scarecrow approaches, while a keen mind
inquires into the why of truth-claims; our intellectual campaigns so distressed
and nearing infinity while anger seems a vehicle to hinder progress; such wisdom
economy, such religious fervor, at something so terrible it becomes appealing.
