so much
the complication livid in souls where there’s fire and danger and liabilities…
I survive
this emotional economy splayed in vivid traffic and accursed by existence…
our
lives given to interruption and racing for clarity at fuller completed
consequences; our men to something crucial this aftermath of tensions or this
quaint way we tinker with facts; our flame for our cause but similar causes
defuse our sockets while fevered for equality; it becomes this or that in this
hectic storm or ours vs. yours or something so inclusive it is soon defeated;
at movements through art or casual classes in theories while full pledges soon
deteriorate….
discussion
is lively for academicians but such is anger for inequality where so many are
trying to collect data; those unheard voices or this cagey atmosphere where the
Other is trying to articulate; but many are absent from colloquiums while
specified as a topic where such passion has become elitist; our minds at battle
unless our souls are on vacation while so many have dropped out of this race.
I switch
to this lowness at present where an image is floating while concerned about our
antennas; such rough beauty or such cruel prettiness where it may feel good to
afflict something holy; our histories fraught with violence where humans are
intolerant and recourse becomes brute aggression; our political-economics, our
fey-like examination, while every race feels they carry a burden…
those things we
adjust in order to keep sanity those brighter skies those relic cathedrals at
something so delicate and terrible in essence to outlive survival….
I shift
comets after such vague discourse while a few are seeing with clarity; but
souls are wandering and children are dying and we need prayer for Haiti; our
minds are scattered and fragments speak silence while a typewriter is freely
its expression; this ghostly air this ghostly hand or something so fresh I can’t
remember; our spiritual chores while something is tugging to believe in you
with so little to exercise; this exorcist in men this sainthood in men or this
bestial feather in men; as something is nudging and something needs an audience
where this something hides because of taboos; our holy clouds so spidery and
cleaving if but this ruined atmosphere; those whet feelings this need to invest
while too underestimated to fail.
such
hydrant harmony or instrumental functionalism as born to die but also to live;
this island of teapots or this kettle so loud while a young adult is rereading
Sun Tzu; our palms filled with keys while attempting this lock where memories
have been decoded; this thing in most this need to poke a little fun while our
worlds are not terrific; one knee for suffering or one charm for survival so
knotted and so knitted it begins to ache.
I see
myself losing a particular battle while winning a particular scream at wonder
concerning this ideal in spirit; such language analyses or such literature to
live while a simple kind word might be the determinant; so romantic about dying
or so alienated about living while songs are sung to induce revival.
