I
see picturesque souls or festoon eyes a Swan so delicate so rugged.
So
much into reality our selves spatial our pliers to science; sawdust
philosophies or pure conviction while easy where lenient; those gusty winds
those small tornadoes our altering disagreement.
I
met a mother, more a granny, close to ninety-four; such deep resilience, a
religious rasp, where simplicity has strengthened existence.
I sense silence or
radical alienation while these become energies; our specters in flame our
predetermined responses while living out our irritations; if but a solid kernel,
or well-rounded at life, plus, forgiveness; behind the eight-ball or a living
underdog while degrees or money or privilege does not change pictures; a man
judged before arrival a woman insulted by her past where late in life many
people see clearly; discarded relics or favored mementoes those few catering to
our fancies; if difficult we run if but mirrors we shatter if reality we cling
to comforts.
Be
careful indeed—of indifferent stamina—it drives one away from enjoyment.
If sails are cast where
reality spoke thus a man might resist the chase; but nothing has been evaluated
the skies are certain to splatter while some are so redeemed nothing was out of
place; those snafus or those glitches or we sweep particles under earth; to
forget is to redeem or to regather is such difference or better, if no one sees,
it didn’t happen; this sure indictment our lives multiple parentheses where
something chases those hours.
Our
nerves in order, our souls reconstructed, where our minds seek justice! This incredible
assumption, where most eat, regurgitate, and speculate upon similar comforts;
those dreams we have those situations we face where we fear a prodigal
daughter; so close for comfort so driven to explore or so forced to maintain
animosity.
I figure later in life
where rudiments are too firm to alter or existence has become a looming riddle.
Such enmity for us such
debates without insights or such comfort food; thus, a man says to life this
sight in me where life is stagnant and falling into relaxation; to despise a
man to silence by absence where fear in more concerned with self. It has little
to do with development or prescience by discernment or wondering if any of this
could be healthy. It is sheer disapproval plus a screaming closet or this insistent
vocalization; for we need esteem, especially, from our love ones, where certain
behaviors are indicted for questioning.
