What
lives are dynamics such crucial components underlying our relations. While unsung
or prominent features such softer whispers—to outline situations to dig and
resent for this proof is unusual; at radiant eclipse so fathomed as dirges
where filth is often appealing. While allure may sparkle or repulsion may live
we find darker irrelevance; as a child watching loosely or an adolescent far
too wise to become an adult where they ask for certain behaviors—those indicative
of his life those written about him while this person enacts and dances; such
sweet misery such allegiance to particular crafts while a poet becomes
claustrophobic; those tales about our kind those rumors about our erotica as
most grow weary of ready made packages. To become ghostly or to become
argumentative where any behavior adds up to a given theorem. Those boxes for us
those unrelenting cubicles at something too crucial and too fastidious; our
social welts while a man reneges so gentle into war-fires; sweltering bashfully
or boiling ice where it becomes justifiable through needs; as lives a shoebill
coddling a weaker child such commonsense to permit the stronger seed to kill
the weaker. We call it cruel we call it inhumane but survival becomes for the
fittest. How have I adored science even ignored science in such dusty horizons?
The scope is extraordinary, this tender essence, where we analyze and feel
certain actualities; such sophistication for some, while driven into
characters, where it becomes hell to scrape at our cores; so given to
hostilities or so close to those lines where one might be testy or unsettled;
such a given goad while a horse kicks where we train until he stops.
I haven’t
been clear in this rosette field where I aim to expose an operation. It was
once quite crucial this mental need where we require human compassion; but such
aggravation by something so evident inasmuch as reflecting our deeper
requirements; this space we live in, those days at wondering, if but to analyze
our reception; to give back this insecurity or to efface those consensus but
America is filled by puritans; such face value while something is in place
where many are becoming excommunicated. But I have not revealed this topical
treatise where it centers upon treatment: (to frown upon a specimen, while said
specimen frowns back, this becomes horrific); our days fighting systematics,
our brains unfolding laundry, where many see me as too over-there; indeed, the
grass is lime-like, the portrait was inspected, and though we give rancor we
are quite displeased to receive it; so a person retreats at a seeing
perspective where nothing appears safe; our cut gems our deadly insecurities
where one needs insistence.
This
wild leaf those outrageous vines while reluctantly feeling unclean: to stumble
into clarity or to think with precision becomes a reason to become angry—but seeing
every emotion and trying to come to terms while feeling every emotion—this blue
lake, this kleptic violin, this fire flute!