Sorely
absurd this valley of biases while something shows indecision; this wingspan
panic while we search for guarantees in so far as needing invisible concrete;
this legendary debate in an uncertain spectrum while forced to participate; but
a sip of incredibility while contemned for radiance or so close it becomes its
torture.
Tender
astral flames to look at you or imagine feeling purely complete.
It
was years into science remembering segue at something so insidious; to have met
defeat to have dreamt those winnings so picky so neat so forbidden.
Hereinto
this dungeon, those lavender windows, in so much as to die; mirrored then
forgotten, rescued then thrown afar, such was spying by chi.
Something
was botched or something became blockage while with us there was never sunshine.
We seemed defensive or accustomed to habits where pure suspension angers; but
days were arguments or whiplash over such mediocrity; an inhome monsoon plus
impassive passivity while this infuriates activities; to filch a man’s joy or
to monopolize a child or to exact passion only to betray passion.
I
see as I write those characteristics while chills take place; to have known
before we met to have become so numb-like—I sit or itch while nerves are
crawling; to lose by countenance or to sense it doesn’t matter, for most, in
this present age, are detached from hospitalities—even sensitive feelings. We die
this way, we bleed California, while those emotions are left to hostilities.
We
seemed unpaved stumbling chaos or attempting to concretize abstracts.
—such
praxis into darkness where old customs are for new creatures. But I come from
backgammon or blues all night long or smoky living quarters. I come from lies,
manipulation, or something overpowering all senses: discarding paraphernalia or
nursing a mother or underaged sipping gin.
Indeed,
and I have but ruth, as I was determined to see clearly: pandering seemed evil,
placating seemed excruciating, or better, utter pity appeared disgusting; while
many refused me, or became naysayers, I determined in an opposite direction: those
fervid song-beats, those screaming cadenzas, or such familiarity with something
born cultic; so taken to meet, such as much in minutes, to arrive at something
indistinguishable.
Locks
were picked, as success is yours, while given to certain freedoms—or private
prisons; our trunks we carry, our oiled engines we borrow, at others for
clearance to uplift a façade; or honest, decent creatures, entertaining
according to rules, while raising a compassionate family: (but I dearly wonder,
in this spiraling insanity, how we determine our scruples?).
