Friday, January 24, 2020

Existence is Vague, So, Humans are Vague


It gets somewhere listening to hissing, there, wondering, about snakes; this field of bushes where tumbleweed is wild while skies are unclear deserts; so voiced but unheard so pure but uncured while I walk with you. I’ve lost something but it was never mine where I claimed kinship; to dye our tears to accumulate our buckets insomuch as creative fire.

I would fly into nights such an abject creature while others were to fault: deep dark drains or faucets following fevers as we assume our art.

It was you those weary skies while something has replaced us; maybe another vehicle or maybe an instrument while a chipmunk strums a mandolin; to adore a utensil by strict utility or sudden aloneness where bleakness rustles; for Love was insecure plus Love was angry while something pure was distressed; our capable minds our winning auras where something happens after thirty-five.

Absence becomes meditation where we fit people in as such to categorize existence; seating and coughing or mellow into a mood where fire might ignite; or studying Christ at a deep cleft while misunderstanding our soteriology.

I was with needs to fathom something so rich it was hard to taste; such purpose in screams or relaxed and missing life while no matter our gift bags we feel something missing.  
  
I knew not duration but it had to peter-out
for it wasn’t receiving…
indeed, lioness or sphinx or mongoose—this churn into vacancies this lot of potatoes while after something such dear cloudberries; it realizes subtleties where a man spoke in haste while so much is dependent upon what is said; to agitate something trained where it needs submission it becomes an up the mountain boulder. It appears quickly like sparks and metals while it vanishes into wilderness; or something deeper our resonating fires to ponder one so close to a furnace; but turquoise excitement or terror to feel while most men have a mixed self-portrait.

—but you soar like flames so saddened so electric to have mercy or to make spirits fly—while most can’t see your dangers; a stressed temper a mean terminal but too polite while poking good humor; to know a man’s frustration or to see his hesitance while prodding into his shadows—

I retreat into ambivalence while something is distinguished insomuch as memorized channels. I disown a piece of me while regathering a piece of me to find some things are inalienable; those carry-along antennae those algae thoughts where toads are becoming frogs; but a thought to disappear but a feeling to address facts while I wonder how we’re both correct. Such strenuous dislikes while remaining unspoken where a man is hated for not guessing rightly:
those pits and muddy waters those scorpions and stingers into touchy nebulosity.     

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...