Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Palming Doors & Chambers


Wild lights or underrated courage in a world with split motives.

At deeper insecurities so spatial so delicate; to have admired beauty to have used myself or by resilience to have misused myself; as unutilized fire fretting flame too close to divide; so underdeveloped faced by pure darkness while facts are irrelevant; some type of person some incredible creature where doubt is never an operative.

            We become machines. We become intolerant. It becomes a circle of resistance:

            such struggle against self or persons or existence.

In a world of abstracts, or searching for self-concrete, we are often disappointed. Such black-market insistence, or those constant evaluations, while fleeing into something distressing; this seesaw island those sawdust promises while texture depends upon reception; (to notice interior, the way it operates, to fuss, debate or confab at intervals); remembered eyes or sensuous underpinnings while realism is averted;

            this fantasy feeling this easy dismissal or cursed by genetics.

Private boundaries in self, at terrific sorrow, while knowing something intuitively; this outstanding detachment while racing intimately where anxiety is chasing; afraid to sit in silence for fear of missing lights while insistence becomes detours; such music in pain as such unfettered mind-caves insomuch as to create something running back; our tender catapults our unphysical evidence where one might deceive reflection.

Something terrible takes us, this internal operation, where we assume actuality; most information comes by messenger, if we believe in the messenger, we are persuaded to believe the message.

            It is a circled reality, from mouth to ears, while a few search-out a second source.

But something to needs roaming our mindstates where easiness is never our issue; as demanded creatures surfing energies so distraught or too eager; this thin balance those church-filled eyes or wrangling with that interior desire; reviewing our angst or unlocking suppression in such movement or inertia. Raw ruthless conundrums while aggravated forward in such a sense we determine inadequacies; either to reach deeper, or to surrender, or to repaint our picture.

Those determined insights, as needing thoughts to sustain, where existence might be false. Our belief in actualities our understanding of pain while our inner world is quite at peaks. As casual observers, reaching for medals or configuring mandalas; to live by codes where such are in limbo while we knit concrete or abandon determination. (Something eats guts this defeated feeling while reality is innovative.)    

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