Monday, February 24, 2020

Warriors Barely Agree


I met a warrior. This helmet & haven—this sensitivity.

I felt religious, looking at sobriety, while moved by force.

Such astute receptors, such fierce reminders, while a warrior needs womanhood; if but this pain shrouded by warrior-hood while in private—it gets heavy. A bag of requirements, a satchel of notes, plus, fire! To have died by color, to have resurrected by elegance, so exquisite, so rejuvenated, as an indubitable warrior; such surefire deaths, such rich capability, while knitting a uniform.

I was decisive—for the spirit was aware—in those spaces we cannot see; such uncanny occurrences, while gripped or sedated, where it becomes guessing; torture before closeness, or anger before pleasure, or ostracism before acceptance; so cured but cursed, while so scientific, soaring or studying subclassification; to meet like wolves, to study such prey, while attempting to rethread mummies.

I digress; looking into fertile fields, or pausing to eat a berry; those deep oaks or this peek at society where pain has become mostly perfection; to dance unnoticed, or to play pretend, while most know things they shall not mention; not even to spouses, not even to mother, while many hold sorrow for decades; such remarkable courage or filming at dawn if but to arrive looking at riddles; or seduced inside by mere contemplation where it seems too real to subside.

I return at times, to this difficult region, while mostly by attendance; those pure causations, to become outraged, as never to unveil our participation; as to hate his guts, where he defended his sanity, as opposed to holding it in and dying softly; as preferred the latter, if but for image, while a woman has distressed her child; but equality means money, where chivalry must live, despite anything challenging its authenticity; such freedom such ruling radiance while a man is three steps beyond his cliff.

It was amazing into this challenge where I imagined mother was deceased. It seems so harmless, while one is the perpetrator, to decided an appropriate response.

—but a warrior at illumination or a core member of preservation; but inscrutable hostility, or referrals through time, while reality is self-manufactured; to decide an action, as to determine a response, where it benefits unsaid action; if not this course, than something askew, where we say it’s an erroneous response; we block humans in, this changeable variable, and we suggest—all should behave accordingly; indeed, there are classifications, for each askew response, they are then labeled; the ungiven response, jeopardizes the privileged response, where the privileged response benefits the perpetrator: it becomes perceivable!—

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