Saturday, January 4, 2020

Countenance Warfare


I met several by one (mother) in this matrix of damages where serious issues are dormant.

I have appeared unseen or seen but unfelt while behaviors are manufactured; such duplicate responses or meditated actions while one is familiar with personalities; so accustomed to passivity or a bit of aggression while at wars internally; this galaxy of faces this island of loners where too much is dysfunctional; as rarity creatures or outstanding combatants where one is familiar with silence; our tugging our pushing our drugs our melodies; as abused winners fevered by violence or cores conflicted by anomalies.

I saw something familiar I responded by undercurrents where I felt remorse as it passed.

Those stark alleys those trains in motion or this seven-day old kitten; by nanny to persist, by cages to break freedom or by walls to screech mid-sentence; those vestibules laughing this numbness permeating or this seeping into sublime existence; as losing leftness appealing to rightness where a person is a little unfixed. Such phoenix skies those mesmerizing disjunctions while sensing total disenchantment; (it seems relevant this particular understanding—where people do not respond; it becomes disdain, it becomes mixed treatment, it becomes hostility).

                        “Maybe it’s me, but this is far too heavy, so it must be him.”

“I will treat you as I wish, you will be subservient at every step, if not, I will become aggressive.”

Those dreary realities where most people fall into categories and often, despite, nuances, those groups behave with sameness. So catapulted into oblivion so disturbed by behaviors at something infesting heart-cavities; this belt losing intensity, this mental apparatus aflame, at something seeming more appropriate—this complete honesty inside.

I never met this this acrobatic mind-wave where ripples are furious with colors.

“I will adore submissiveness or I will shatter intensities as to build something we might appreciate more; this maniac machine this report made live as to suggest a particular classification; as one is this monster where it must be true, else, we have miscalculated.”

By fairer pictures but an incredible essence to need in him what he can’t fathom by experience: those links to behaviors or something kind by gentility to expose the best of something unachieved; this wind of passion this well-steeped insight or an ability to touch core matters; something so unvetted while perception is dim at such countenance warfare.   

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