Life
is gravel or straw or temperament and evenness or combat and war; some are
contagious, we dislike them immediately, prior to an intelligible conversation;
or decided to fix them, for ours is complete, or devastated by mirrors; as
organizing ideals, or atheist religiosity, or hateful spirituality; such pure
contradiction or social satire while a fool loves where pain is viable; those
interior beasts those psychic leviathans or this partial pale moon; to have
affection those women, to treat anguish like daughter, so detained by
self-deprecation; but a leisure soul as it roams mountains while arguing with
blackness; a mastery drive or an ambitious idea where Love would dare to
interview scum; at pernicious wildebeests or untrue fables where ink is
designated as bullets; a man’s carcass, to thrill a woman’s guts, if but to see
that man destroyed.
(It
is something vicious where a molested child is subjected to further distrusts;
those eyes reaching where one is deceptive as to decide his hells aren’t
sufficient; to take the abusive torch, angered that death wasn’t vindicated,
where reflection is too close to home.)
—indeed,
ignore my behavior, and praise your ideals, despite reality, make me feel
triumphant—
We
like Noble Lies, we convert without caveats, where impiety should be
worshiped.
This
underworld of subtleties this game with some while one is given cues; (so
disgusted by intelligence, unless lines and raves and fellow commonalities; where
a man shrieks or a hawk laughs while eagles are haunting for brightness; such
deeper disgusts—where two are at combat—for no other reason than pure mud;
those confessions, while so inveigled, where that wasn’t our trouble; but more
to impassivity, as if it were new, where this too wasn’t our issue; for I have
known darkness, I have met the vicious woman, and I need not coddling from
strangers; the tyranny is intention, to dance where hell lives, while disgusted
a soul man survived). Such archaic hopes such ancient beliefs while one desires
utter denigration.
—I
sense deviance or deviation while deserted; elsewhere, they chance, or here we
displease, where illness is constant crucible; such victimization, plus,
incessant reports, while each person is guilty before evidence erupts; to deal
with ‘normal folks,’ to watch the usage while clearer than God those
convictions; so challenged by events, but perfect detonation, where something
slanted is taking place; but values are different, like humans are different,
and some deserve what they can’t understand—(our idiosyncrasies or our nuances
while most strangers are a nuisance)—
if but more dice or but
something we do not need where those grapplers seem unimportant; for many are
oblivious, while pain acts in contradiction and most will alarm you if they
can. but what about interdependence, in this vast system, where without
assistance we tend to fall? indeed, such a selective curse, as it builds
unrest, for many aid where there is much to reap; where misery enjoys
contagion, or thesis-conflict, or anything to exact a response; so we act out
confusing desired behaviors, while solidifying distrusts.
