I
sit as one person or maybe split and refusing this irritation; such resistance
as it tinkers while something seems terrible; intangible emotion made vehicle
by traits where one is but habits and behaviors; it was cyan fantastic or
turquoise blackberries as one his slanted perception; those peaceful sufferings
while privacy speaks disruption or public life is soon solitary; to imagine an
unhealed person as looking into subjects while flickering thoughts displease
our first greeting; to rethink those trifling underpinnings or that unhooked
sincerity or the seer is quite pathetic—as I discern something about humans as I
complain over my behavior while demarcations seem so trivial; this barking
countenance while suffering traumatized over something a giveaway to normality;
where one is closed-off another is gregarious while songstress or rabid motion;
forever those pinecones or forever those patient responses or so ethnic
frustration; a man saying nothing a man holding his ink where we realize
something about this life.
I
was looking harder, unrealized, attempting to unbuild some deeper memories; but
Love popped up a mist in aura a diamond in angels—those fluorescent tentacles
or flustering tapestries while something hid behind its curtain; this tavern
feeling this sky-funny-feeling while deeply insistent about platonic reasoning;
our depth-shock, our rice fields, where minds are somewhere in orbits; as
conservative souls or liberal machines while nothing is right but some rules
makes life a bit more flexible; those thoughts about loving and asking for
persistence where a man has rich inconsistencies; to invite into this liaison
where one is unhealed while the other has demons also; our misery becoming our
bond our joy is lovelock’d sorrow and death has petitioned to keep us living;
this beautiful travesty this romantic tyranny so bold so tragic and too terrific.
So,
we come to a traveling thought, this wending thought, where most are wrestling
with existence: our unthinkable malaise or this portrait in suffering or this
joy seeming as it flees; our remarkable women our incredible friends or
something so unsteady it seems profitable; a bit to explanation, where deep
resistance pops buttons, but a rational creature might cull-out something
energizing; these sadder days this sullen maze where there are either too many
reasons or not a solid reason; uncuffed but carrying chains, un-sutured but
carrying scars, or in a doctoral program functioning like an undergrad; where I
imagine these creatures, so esteemed and gunning, while reality zips into focus;
those tall claims, this being in the moment, while this causes for
deeper distresses: too soon to love, too early to respect us, and too casual to
believe otherwise; but tender wildness and so elated where I revere something
destroying its beauty.
I’ll
leave that subject, spatial and uncertain, while living in this precarious
movie; the stage is brightness those characters are systematic while rich
motivation often concerns its rewards; those subtleties as they build links
where one presumes something incredible; our stronger battles this influenced
self at something concerning our hearts; those deeper reasons for sanity those
trenchant reasons for behavior while feeling struck by something uncanny; those
days at privacies or those roses so intimate at occasion to be so delivering;
our minds by levitation our receptors by remedy so close to activating this
life; this partial passion this neat net and feeling unknitted at a sudden
affliction.
