We
deconstruct stressors, as bluebird phoenixes, making homes through ash; those
elements in terror, those daughters in crimson joys, while we exchange our
holidays; to adore like living so filled with amazement or a bit lethargic; to
swizzle caffeine or something effective in order to give but joyous responses;
our laidback filters, our
blueberry breakfast, our strawberries with whip; so seasoned but gray so deliberate
each smile where kids see perfection.
I
realize anguish feeling through discord but forced to animate; our private
quarters with husbands or wives, to confess struggling heaviness; such red robin
adventures so courted by our universe where behavior is monitored closely; but
intense needs, while cultured to fly, in essence, a bit of longing; we might
detail rain, however, it seems daunting, so we speak to unidentified boulders.
Our
souls are distinguished but elusive while we center in their motion; but a man
with ape-glare or a woman with frozen moments where kids seem to ignore
something tender; we laugh it northbound, for children must remain light, in a
world where disappointment resides; our craving for essence, while possessing
essence, to realize something just yearns; it becomes this phenomenon, this unidentifiable
vat, where one claims this longing for Invisibility; it is left to observers if
they dare reach while for most religiosity is first more sadness. I am void on
determinants, or cursed as a zealot, while ethical enough to nudge instead of
demand; such purposed hearts, looking even surging, while we tend to
physicality most often.
It was with me early this
malaise or heaviness while it seemed quite apparent; in regular senses, where
one just adjusts, while, occasionally, one might say, I wouldn’t mind
feeling differently; but many knew happiness this intimate force prior to
an unbuilding element: such amazing experience such caring creatures where life
was moving naturally; our parent’s parents, those unique persons, where many
are concerned participants; indeed, a more seamy reality, this pain we muffle,
where many became adults quite early; but for many, we desire these souls, we
sing to memories, or we sit in stillness deeply appreciative.
