Sunday, December 29, 2019

Negotiate The Palm of Believability


I feel essence this performance this chi those mental registrations; this internal registrar those tapes outlined or this fever so exclusive; to die in resistance to languish in religiosity at something too crucial to analyze; so defined by classism or rebuked for indiscretion while pure goodness is rare in its mechanics:

            such winning electricity such removed attitudes while filled with understanding.

I feel as spirit climbs this trapeze into willingness while sulking a bit in density; I smile but off-feelings where many realities are unchanged; this hormonal element this chemistry in waves this gut or our music—those camera seconds so alive in anguish or too indirect to matter; our favorite existence where nothing is easy while a man is feeling joy he prepares for glaciers; those bad berries, this uprooted essence, or so involved in this it’s hard to remember—those first tears that first session as time explodes into particles of emotion.

When low everything is promise where a soul is inverted while a compliment goes further.

But tender aches into a tender tunnel while eternity seems irrational; our quakes for magic or so mystic we escape or so involved we exclude; a man at valleys or enlisted to esoteria so blessed so unfit debating gratitude.

I remember friendship. It was free of observation; where it was so swift, so easy, for two to pair leaving me for dishonored; such forgiveness as a man loses realizing some are open to pain; a carefree person so enamored by deception or so close it would never be us; so dead in this, thinking of those eyes, realized to give one too much; such a deep meaning, to desire eternity, in a land that has lost morals; this essence in right versus wrong, this unsung sorrow, while many are concerned with those fifteen minutes.

We catch it in a breath such sharp intensity to realize a person is high-essence; but dragon hearts or tiger feelings or snake emotions; to understanding casual truths as so much rides upon us in this world requiring our balance; to know for such need, as sung to die in us, or so open life centers within; our survival element or rationality for something irrational while so knitted inwardly we have become whispering priests; those internalized murmurs our deeper regrets but filth to soul it felt so wild.

I imagined something unlikely or something we impose where we make a person perfect.

So rewarded by absence but so difficult in self or wishing for one unbelievable; this war in us, this distorted interior, while needing this thing we can’t believe. I write as she reads where letters are quite honest. I live for one river while today I met in heart. Those miracles or this need to perform or better this urge, this force, to be both accepted, as too, appreciated: a man loses—a man resurrects—but a man is altered in essence!

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