“Be
the best, but know boundaries, where alienation shall ensue.” (Unknown)
(Not at all that drastic, where some are
balanced machines and distilled water or screams muffled and hypersensitivity.)
—but
the focus is me, this bewildered creature, while affronted and admiring traits—
I
arrived early, maybe disguising anger, where most see the horizon.
puppies were yelping or
kittens were scratching or I’m thinking unboxed. Those absent gentilities those
detached elements while a man is looking at himself. (It becomes dangerous,
where a person has studied us, or knows those alleys.) I walked a number of
steps. I saw a voice. I heard a face. It balloons this way; and I shouldn’t
feel perplexed, but only something removed fails to feel entirely. This dear
risk this dear test while we wonder if space is too crowded.
…as
it stands those feelings are electric those pillars are soft-roughness…to begin
by changing faces or to determine responses where one is sharper than me…indeed,
this valley of furniture these unrealities where most were raised to be
sensitive…but time to seasons or whales to necks while after something he will
not attain….
I
was aware of myself—while watching an edgier me—while reflecting upon raja. This
city erupted—buildings toppled—there was rubble and debris. I trekked carefully—while
listening to silent presence—where words weren’t the primary focus; this pain
we pursue those mountains we carry so afar from one another: it speaks it
jangles it becomes its giant!
—there
are patterns so knitted into humans while cultural differences have blended
into pots; when we see it often, we think about our mirrors—if but to decipher
our part; but some things are unremovable they gray into atmospheres and it’s
our instinct to move forward; indeed, one will presume a fact, while discarding
history, while distressed about those results—
If I forgive you and
another is watching—is that person disapproving?
We
live some way, where many are attuned—to each and every emotion; this is both a
curse and a reward or something requiring training to fully entertain; some can
generate any emotion, where some can become multiple patterns, indeed, some
specialize at rearranging their mirrors. It becomes isolation or unboxed
segments into regions and designs and hemispheres.
Those feelings subside or
dig deeper concerned with such obscurities; but if one is content and feeling
uninterested—why would that become public domain? So, I have met this design, I
have dined at a trestle, and I have disappeared politely.
