I
celebrate obscurity or desensitize judgement while needing this faculty to
survive; as mis-held infants or smothered by insanity at once a miracle
somewhat normal; for behavior misinforms a soul mimicking dysfunction or
warring against innate moral currents; this genetic warfare this calm examination
where most are unequipped; our psycho-ceilings our dear remarks or such
self-loathing; at self-aggrandizement so playful and lighthearted where one
wishes kindness; but offices and dormitories and asylums conjure up pure
roughness and indifference; while needing something personal or requiring
something caring with little regard for ordnances; as so evolved no one sees or
so perfect no one cares or so balanced our world is exhausting; but over there
in that tiny space we see something we can’t keep: a city lemur or a small cub
or an aging cheetah; such as living in silence while enduring maniac behaviors
where some person is destroying those natural instincts; this vicious creature
this misinformed creature attempting at best to raise a child. We ruin with
time welded to behaviors re-sensed when introduced to normality; our own
versions our own designs while transformed and breaking out in hives; such deep
sickness, too far to return, where we attempt to acclimate such creatures; those
reusable pots those faithful insecurities or this address to immediate
gratification; so sung and unheard for passion desires immediacies and love is
founded, rebuilt, and structured in a few hours; as running this risk as
terrified about repercussions where one has a child to inform; our nights by
sky-fire our souls by re-baptisms or so afloat a second it seems its deaths; at
pure acrobatics or sunk too low to whistle or balanced for thoughts are under
surveillance; those lioness queens those full figured harmonicas or such pianos
unsung but rhythmic; our palatial cries our opalescent charms so ingratiated
it’s impossible to sense us.
I
never quite met you or I saw my mind’s needs where such confession is
appalling; for we had a child we dined and placated and acted with such
restriction; at no fairer cry at pure insecurity and we managed a couple of our
demons; where deception liberates and false grounds seem but depictions and
love was something difficult to fully manifest; our living designs where it’s
natural to commune but unnatural, or uncomfortable, to thoroughly communicate;
for ghosts were hiding high and phantoms were gambling and gambits were
universal monopoly; this deep feeling, at somewhat the disregard, while peaking
and peeking and feeling something terrific—as a little nervous as to wonder
about this legacy while somewhat alert to something screaming. I’ll leave this
at basics this thing becoming normal as going into affairs waiting for our
exits!
It
becomes self-imposing these deep uncertainties where a poet deliberately
contradicts himself; at gates and rakes or chimneys and cages so involved in
relating to this animate mirror; those cartoon expectations or so tried and
weakened where nothing I give is ever satisfying; those whiffs but despair or
so accommodated where a man dies and dies more to please every insecurity; this
reversal in time this pleasure satiated this old self reaching and tugging and
chasing its dysfunction; or well balanced passion and well adjusted responses
where life is educated witness; to adore frequencies to possess circular
harmony where life is work, family and growth: those days looking inward and sensing
their faces while performing by blues.
We
exist precious one reaping a little of the harvest while held accountable for
leaving a bit for others. Our souls watching our gravitation towards our
reflection our minds debating our deeper understanding. At remote reasons
examined by conscience to sense something screaming!
