Self-image
photos around midnight fleeing insecurities!
To
conjure up feelings or to ignite flame as accustomed to ignoring problems—
so lost in fantasy or
reformed inside while knowledge becomes ostracism. This panel of judgments or
those deep subtleties while one reflects upon inadequacies; those of them, or
those of us, steaming over iron grays; our wonderful selves our tenuous
decisions if but a man knew her pseudonyms.
I
was captured in laughter to sudden upon afflatus our song seemed treacherous;
to imagine you as woman or to see you as doctor while it seems so apparent to
me; a bouquet of misery—where else to meet us—while most experience is blasé;
unless for interests or a penchant or such a person the same electricity; but
why as we die or souls as we delight where a man does not realize something
essential: we need that feeling we adore that leverage this pain is a game we
endure; those eyelet dishonesties or to realize it gets heavy where it was nice
that you lied; our spirals our charms or dismissive for the game isn’t
entertaining.
I
have horrible assumptions.
It shall live in me this
evenness this country of old slaves; those fetters or fences this wand this
magician or something we never quite met; so pulled to let go so charmed to
ignore sensation while appropriate enough to respect marriage; this low
creature those high infractions while angered that some are so inflated; but a
fleck of decency or angered concerning youth while men dance for certain
participants; (all of our insecurities are poured into laps where the other is
oblivious).
I
was cynic or skeptic or epistemic—
to realize depth to
remain suspicious where this summonses natural insecurities; this need for
walls to collapse or to arouse German dialect at this ontological dialectic;
while a man wants a woman, to arise at obtaining woman, where realization
drives him to discourage that woman; so pleased to maintain, so lost to incur,
while most are accruing reasons to stay—for one does not adore newness, one
adores history, where trust is more important.
I
lost body while capturing mind where something foreign appealed to me. I withheld
but feeling stoic while something unbecoming took place.
Something has become
anomaly where one requires nuance if but to entertain; but what if she flew in,
such a creature those wiles, to dance like heaven has become incarnate?
I would die then,
attempting to outwit majesty, or attempting this pain with grace.
Such firebrand. Such frantic
betrayal. Where we forget how we have won affection.
